This past week was sort of a disaster for me. On Monday, on my way to work, someone hit my car with theirs. And then he drove off without giving me his information. So now I have to report to my insurer a hit and run, and hope they find in my favor ultimately. The depressive in me thinks they might find I'm at fault, even though I was 100% not. And then at work, although I had a good week for the most part, one of my better work friends was suspended indefinitely pending an investigation, which usually means termination. And that's got me really down. On the plus side, I've been able to get some writing done. Not a lot, but some. And I still have all my pet birds to keep me company, they're great companions and they love me very much. I just have to take everything day by day, for the most part.