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ABOUT ME







My name is Kate. 

  
I suffer at varying times from depression, chronic fatigue, a highly addictive personality, and anorexia of the soul. I am blogging to help the anorexia of the soul bit, because I am a creative type that dies on the inside if I am not creating something.  Even if it's just a batch of my stupendous peanut butter candy cookies (pudding in the mix!).

These are my thoughts and attempts, sometimes humorous sometimes pedantic, at trying to figure life out.  I write them lying down on the couch.  I do everything I can from the either my bed or my couch.

I don't claim to be an expert on any of this life stuff - I'm just here to entertain you. Or to see if possibly some of you can relate.

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