Scrapbooking

Went to scrappyclass today. I had decided that I wasn't going to show up, since Mom goes there, too. The dream was still too vivid and I couldn't face sitting across from her at a table, afraid of what I might say and knowing I wouldn't say anything at all.

Besides, Chuy invited me to breakfast at Denny's and I eagerly accepted the opportunity to drown my depression in pancake syrup and fat.

Unfortunately, once we got back from eating, Chuy was still complaining of an earache (which I've been trying to help him unclog for days now) and we went straight home after breakfast.

Since it was only noon, and the class started at 11:00, I decided to go ahead and scrap. I left immediately afterward and just came home. I've officially been depressed for four days. When will it stop?