Okay, I lied.

So. I had a doctor's appointment today. Just a biweekly check on the depression. The same questions every time, like, "are you sleeping well?" "Has the medication affected you?" "Any suicidal thoughts?"

That last one gets me every time.

I of course, answered truthfully... Except that last one.

In all honesty, every other thought is one of suicide, in one form or another. Or death in general.

Would anyone miss me if I died?

Would they be mad at me if I committed suicide?

Not that it would matter, I'd be dead.

So yes, I lied at the check up. Will it affect me?

Who knows?

Who cares?

I don't.

What happens happens.

But enough of that.

Meet at Gaylord tomorrow. Swimming butterfly, lucky me.

Long bus ride up, taking knitting! Yay knitting!