cleverly disguised as a responsible adult

If you don't mind stories about pooping and small children, you really should be reading Dooce. In an entry from last night, Heather talks about what their lack of health insurance means for her antidepressant supply. She closed the entry with an update as to her current mental state.

Besides, I don’t feel hopeless right now, and for anyone who hasn’t ever felt that deep, lonely ache of complete hopelessness, not feeling it feels like a present of chocolate orgasms under the Christmas tree with your name on it. That good.

Amen.