Welcome March

It's been awhile since I've been here. An almost constant state of depression has kept me away. But now -- and I'm NOT trivialising this -- now, I've rediscovered chocolate. You just need to be feeling sufficiently unhappy about life to really appreciate the magic of chocolate -- and now, since life is not being terribly pleasant, I'm gorging on chocs. So far, it's working. And getting fat is far from my mind.

It's been an eventful February that's brought on many hurried decisions -- made and changed. It was an emotionally charged month with many deep breaths and too many complaints. I'm glad March is here. Emotional isn't my gig really. I always thought I was the Phoebe Buffay type -- flakey, wise, a little blonde in the head, armed with a guitar I can't play, and a smelly cat that my boyfriend insists is gay. But February proved (to me at least) that I'm not as detached as I'd always made myself believe. Luckily, the month is over. A new chapter begins. Welcome home, March.