Hey, did you know you could get Post Traumatic Stress Disorder after three weeks on a job? Me neither! Well, I didn't, but now, unemployed, I do. So...as I work toward pulling myself together (and pulling myself out of the deep clinical depression I've also found myself in), I decided that one of the best things I could do is to remind myself of the many reasons I have to be happy. There are lots, and I'm going to put 'em here as they occur to me. Reason numero uno is JB, without whom I simply can't imagine myself. We've been together eleven years and he's the sweetest, nicest, most awesomest guy in the entire world. I couldn't love him any more than I do, I couldn't live without him, and hope I never have to.
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