i've just washed down a double dose of prozac with a bottle of pink wine to try and calm myself down. that was after downing a pint of budvar to try and keep myself from breaking down at my favourite stitch and bitch...i'm finally crying.
things have not got any better with the fiance and i still haven't been able to talk to anyone about it. i'm just barely hanging on til i can get to my sista fishie on friday. until then i have to hold it together during working hours...at least.