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 I can tell when an emotional storm is coming because i start to get antsy and can't get interested in activities that normally i find enjoyable.

Yesterday i downloaded and then deleted 6 books on audio from the library.  Each one i tried to listen couldn't keep me paying attention.  I always have an audio book going - i listen to that, or podcasts while i'm multitasking.  Today, i am audioless.

I always have a book i'm reading as well.  And lately, i haven't been finishing them again.  I start, put it down, fall asleep or get involved elsewhere.  I know i'm not into a book when i keep putting it down.  Most of my reads are on a kindle now (but i'm considering giving it up) and when i'm into a book, i carry the kindle around with me to keep reading at any opportunity.

Haven't had that in a bit.  I feel naked without stories.  Without escapes.  But i can't seem to catch one that will keep me.

I'll keep trying and i'll get back on track.  One thing i don't do anymore is force myself to continue on with a story that can't hold my attention.  There are so many that DO, and those are the ones i need to find.  Can't do that while i'm forcing myself to read something others think is wonderful.

Today i'll be browsing because i simply can't live without an audio in the car.  I did start another book yesterday - Fairydale.  We'll see.  It's not really my area of interest but.....well, since that seems to have dried up for the moment we are going to try this one.

Not too deep.  Not too upsetting.  Very demure.  

The conversation continues with Mr. Music.  He is very sweet which is a little surprising considering.  I don't know why i expect metal heads to be ....not sweet.  Probably get it all out in their music.  He suffers from depression as well, so we have discussed that.  I don't wish it on anyone but it's nice when I can talk with someone who truly understands the feeling.  We are both functional.  LOL

Well thats good.  

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