Hello everyone! I must say things have been going quite well as of late, minus a few work frustrations here and there. Finally having a small squeak collection has done wonders for my mood. It's kinda hard to be too terribly down when holding a dragon or pony in your arms after all. Moreover I think finally coming to terms with my odd love of inflates had improved things as well. Heck my mother knows I've been cuddling my Pony, Lucky, on a fairly regular basis and honestly doesn't mind. I'll have to see about my father later though as he knows I have a few but no idea of the extent of my interest (or that Barge is going to be a thing haha). I'm sure it wiill all be good in the end though as even though he'll likely make fun of me for it, he'll probably only do so mostly in jest.

On another note, taking a page from Baphnedia, I've been patching up my (squeaky) relationships as of late. As a non popper, my squeaks aren't handled all that roughly but they still sometimes develop leaks and such if I get too into riding or something. I've just managed to finally get my jets tiger airtight for the first time since I got him. Third time was the charm in his case as I finally got that stupid neck split of his airtight. Fang got his second repair as another pinhole seam leak occurred on the base of his neck but it is now right as rain too. That just leaves finding wherever else my Sinclair Dino is leaking and getting around to fixing my Gecko's now stiffened nose (didn't know about plactisizer leaching at the time). Hopefully I can improve my repair skills before I ever attempt fixing Barge, Lucky, or Chip.

I'm not sure if I really should mention this next bit but what the heck. I'm finally getting off of the SSRI Celexa (I can't quite spell the chemical name). I had gone through a very bad bout of depression around 6 months or so ago related to constant unemployment and some feelings of isolation from moving back to my hometown after I got my Bachelor's degree. I had fought the idea that anything was really wrong for the longest time (several years to be exact) but that last bit pushed me to finally seeing a psychologist and getting onto an anti depressant of some sort. Well, flash forward to now and I've mostly overcome it and am finally getting the chance to ween myself off the stuff (I'm not one to go for treatments for this sort of thing). it's a good feeling to be sure.

Finally, thanks to all who I've pestered in the past month or two. You guys have certainly helped me get over the hill with all this. No need to mention names as you guys likely know who you are already .