Just a pile of anxieties . . .

( Everything right now, that one of my inner selves is telling my other inner self. ^^;; )

Rodion: Dagas, you need to get a reality check. I know that you get depressed and all, but I think that it's a problem now that you're doing it for no particular reason.
Dagas: No particular reason?
Rodion: Okay, frustration, and the feeling of worthlessness, and aloneness are perhaps reasons, but that's what friends, dogs, family are for. That's why you write. Why aren't you doing that? What happened to Axis?
Dagas: Are you judging me?
Rodion: Not at all. Just asking a few questions that I already know the answer to. And I think you do too. Maybe all you need is a diversion. Maybe you just need to get your mind off of things. Maybe you need to stop waiting for the helping hand and save yourself.
Dagas: Okay . . .
Rodion: *smiles very small* You're writing my profile right?
Dagas: *quirks eyebrow* Yes? Did I just get something wrong?
Rodion: *shakes head* Just wondering.
Dagas: You don't wonder.
Rodion: True. But I thought I would just remind of you of it. *reluctantly hugs her* Anyway, just try to divert yourself, 'kay?
Dagas: Sure.

Over and out.

Did the tracking system just say . . .?

Oh dear . . . I just did the USPS obsessive move on the second of my three part shipment. Did it just say that the package was processed and left from my local post office today?

Yes it did indeed.

Maybe I'm just getting my hopes up.
Actually, yes I am. Mail is certain to have come by now and I'm sure it wasn't just delivered today. Monday then . . .

*goes off to play with the visual thesaurus some more*