Searching for therapy. And cake. And therapeutic cake.

This was in the most recent list of search terms people have used to get to my WordPress page:
  

Holy shit, you guys -- WHAT am I writing? I know it's my id and all, and I certainly have my moments, but it's USUALLY not "devastating Christmas depression fuck you."

Seriously: Therapy. It's great. Mood drugs, too. Maybe also have some cake? Cake fixes a lot of things. Search for cake.

The nuns. They judge me.

The nuns at the farmers market food donation stand gave me several fliers for their church's Thanksgiving dinner, in case I "knew anyone who'd be alone."

I'm trying not to read too much into this, but thanks, nuns, for kicking in the seasonal depression early!

(Kidding. I actually love spending Thanksgiving alone. Helps me save up my fake family merriment for Christmas.)