Reason #8 that I absolutly love Steve:
He knows how to defuse me.

I know that if I am ever having a bad/sad/lonely/upsetting situation, I can call him and he will tell me something good.  Not necessarily relevant, but something that will take my mind off the temporary emotional upheaval.

(I seem to have thought that my Zoloft was in a bag it wasn’t in and it’s been two days since I dosed and I can totally tell.  I am not okay with this.)

Whenever I get to feeling like this, I often try a WWSD?  What Would Steve Do?
Sometimes I think of the conversation that we had about Def Lepard, in which he said, “Dear Def Lepard Drummer, why do you rock so hard?”.  Sometimes I think of the wholly inappropriate things that he says at inappropriate times or how his simple utterance of a scared, “Um, you look good today?” can make me smile, disapaitng the Doom and Gloom.

Today I am trying not to call him because I want to handle this on my own.  Now now, it’s nothing horrible- no one is dead, no one is bleeding from their eyes, it’s nothing that anyone who reads this has done to me- it’s just that I feel like I need to stop relying on him to get me out of a funk.

Sorry that this has been a typically un-Stephanie post.  I’ll try to say something funny later.