I've had to retreat the last couple of weeks in order to keep my sanity mostly intact. Between money woes, work stupidity, and the never-ending battle against manic-depression, I just wasn't worth being around.

I'm better than I was now. I've gotten more good sleep recently. Work has gotten even more interesting, with someone who has told other she doesn't like me now being my boss, but I'm willing to be the professional one. I still have no money, but I'm not killing myself over it now.

Life goes on.