I bet some of my readers are like me and they get sick of hearing me say "I've been depressed lately"

The sad thing is I know that cleaning my house could get me a little out of my doldrums but try as I might I am having a hard time CARING. God.

I was writing to my secret pal, regaling her with stories of Gargomel the neurotic (he's only been with us a week and we've given him a neurosis... amazing since guinea pigs are supposed to be lovable and friendly little critters) guinea pig. Yesterday evening after I returned home from yet another horrible attempt at going to the uppity bariatric *ahem* support *ahem* group I set Gargomel down for some floor time and he promptly claimed the realm beneath the couch as his kingdom. At which point I had to lay seige to Castle Berkeliner. Lucky for Gargomel it was after 10pm and I didn't have much fight in me... so the battle sat, waiting to be resumed another day.

That, dear readers, would be today. Knowing my opponent as I do, I cannily strew carrots and celery around the battlefield, and laid in wait for the tenacious Gargomel to come out from hiding in the Castle Berkeliner... which he did, repeatedly. I curse the fact that I outweigh him by about as much as the Earth outweighs the Moon, as he is far more fleet of foot than I. However, I have a brain capacity to go along with my gregarious size and eventually my foe was conquered, returned to his cage, and tortured with many horribly off key renditions of pop songs as I sat ON the Castle Berkeliner and entertained myself with American Idol on tivo.....

Since we're talking guinea pig... I think mine is crazy. Note that he once tried to drown himself in a glass of blueberry pomegranite juice (trying to drink it of course) and that today as I sat down to my supper of six cheese product filled Bugles he began to sing in what can only be considered painfully mournful chirps until I popped a Bugle through the bars of his cage. It was the first time he stuck his nose between the bars of the cage and begged for food. It was adorable. Later, when I dined upon two mouthfuls of frozen cheesecake (yum!) he began to prance and sing again so was given the barest taste of cheesecake and now I have ruined him forever...