I’m alive, first of all.

I haven’t been blogging lately, and for that I apologize (to myself). I missed thanksgiving and would have damn near missed Christmas if I wasn’t careful. As I’ve said before, blogging gets difficult when life is particularly good or bad, but it also turns out it gets hard when maintaining the status quo. I’ve been fighting depression pretty hard lately, and that causes anxiety, and both those strange sister symptoms keep me from being productive. Sorry, me. 

So tomorrow, apart from being a regular old Wednesday, is the anniversary of my starting my job. That’s right, I will have been at Company for a year now. I don’t expect flowers or anything (no, really, you needn’t bother) but it does mean I get a review, and possibly a raise. Possibly. I’m nervous for the damn thing because I really hate talking about myself in professional settings…which is why my MSW application was such a nightmare…but I have to stand up for myself and explain why I deserve more money for what they’re already getting from me for less. Stupid when you think about it that way, isn’t it? In any case, I really could use that raise. Like, badly. 

Today was also the last day of class before my final next week in psych 1010. I was told that I have 86.8% out of 90% for the grade thus far, so I basically have to get a 82 or higher on my final to get an A. My test grades were an average of 92%, so I feel fairly confident. I don’t want to jinx anything, but yeah, rare and deserved confidence in my mad psych skills. Just praying I get a bevy of questions on bipolar. Not likely, since bipolar is in one chapter and the test is one or two questions per chapter, but I’ll hope all the same. 

Now, I actually want to write more, but I’m up past my bedtime by a few hours already. I’ll pay for it in the morning. It was worth it to talk with you a bit, loyal reader. I’ve missed out little chats. Goodnight.