ohmygawd. I would kill for a chocolate frosted brownie. Seriously. I don't think I can write anymore. I'm trying really, really hard to stop eating 17 lbs of sugar everyday. It would be really nice if I could fit into my clothes. Also, I'd probably feel better, eventually.
Ya' know, I'm a bit of a pansy when it comes to bad/sad and/or scary movies (and tv and books, actually). They upset my equilibrium. I got really cocky when I was still drinking, but doing really well, and decided I needed a little spice from the vanilla happy happy crap I was limiting myself to. I rented a sad and scary movie. Completely f*cked me up for like a week.
Give your brain brain-candy! Happy stories. Reasons to think good things!! Life can suck, man. We don't need a reminder when we're already in reminder-mode. Just my thoughts on the subject. All that flattery from you and whats-his-name has gone to my head. (thank you.)
I'm pretty sure, just fyi, that if Stuck recommends a book, it's not going to be a happy happy.
As to feeling like yuck. Yep. Sorry. It's hard. It gets better. But better takes way too damn long, it seems, so just hang tight. :l Really, I don't mean to be debbie downer. I found humor when I was getting sober. It had been missing.
Oh, and people tell me all the time to stop thinking too much. EDIT to delete my favorite word.
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