Just Because She Seems Ethereal.

I would say that my dress is now over halfway done. The skirt is officially done, minus the zipper of course. I should be more ecstatic about it, but I'm not. I finally got tired of sewing for the night so at the moment I'm just kind of 'meh'.

Talked to Kate earlier and went over a few things with her. We both decided that she's like a therapist to me. Every time I'm having a sort of a problem or everything feels like it's falling apart she's usually one of the first I call. I go over everything that's wrong, she gives me advice, and I never follow it. =D Just wait until she starts prescribing drugs to me, that'll be fun times.

I felt compelled to write again tonight so I think maybe I'll go work on that for a bit.

I should have found someone to do something with tonight. I felt like trying to isolate myself though and that's not a good sign. I sat in my living room and sewed for seven hours, then came in here and went at it for another three. No wonder I got sick of it.

By the way, if any of you catch me doing anything that seems to point towards complete isolation I want you to hunt me down. I want you to find me and knock some sense into me. I don't care what you have to do. I can't let myself fall into that again and I'm hoping that most of you would rather I didn't as well.

Anyway, now to debate between games and writing.

To create or not to create?