At last!
A lot of my depression comes from the fact that I'm stressed from work and wedding preparations. Teaching is, after all, one of the top most stressful work ever. And a wedding is stressful enough.

Other than that, I just need to stay away from people awhile and then I'm fine. I know I'm getting better when I feel bad about snapping at others.

Oh, I tried this dream house blueprint thing and got this.



Your home is a

Magnate's Manor

Your kitchen is someplace you never go, because you "have people for that." There's a Chocolatessen, which is rapidly becoming your favorite room of the house. Having one is also becoming a trend among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is the size of a small barn, with carpet thick enough to reach your ankles. Your study has hardback editions of every classic ever written, plus a special edition of Rich Dad, Poor Dad with the parts you ghost-authored highlighted. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage.

Your home also includes a guest wing and private quarters for your servants. Your guests enjoy your collection of every console and associated game ever made. Except the Intellivision -- those controllers drive them NUTS. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists.

And, you have a pet -- a doberman pincer named "Warren".

Below is a snippet of the blueprints:


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