Not feeling particularly happy today. I got up and got a Tim Hortons coffee and came home and sat for about 45 minutes watching the boob tube. Then I left for my mammogram. That went well. Won't know the results for several days. Oh yeah and when I got back from this appointment, I did laundry but I forgot to wash my bras! Ugh! I don't want to spend $2 to just wash them. I hang them to dry sometimes and this would save me a few dollars. I've been reading Touched With Fire and all the old quotes are interesting but it is a little triggering. It reminds me of a song I have a recording of that goes "O death! O death rock me asleep!" What is the point of this book- to show how artists have a bigger affinity toward depression and mania? Why does she need 260 pages plus appendices to explain how it feels to be depressed and manic? That famous artists throughout history have written as much is fascinating but maybe not worth almost 300 pages- with appendices? I myself have always been creative and emotional but I thought that's just how my family is.