'Ello Loves!

Been a little outta sorts these past few days. Or weeks, more like. So much to write, so little time. And the writer's block, man. What a bitch. In good news, I've been on Zoloft for over a month now and have been feeling significantly better. Not on-top-of-the-world happy or anything but the edge has been taken off my anxiety and for that I'm very grateful. I've also been having less chest pains (knock on wood), which is nice. Nothing really important or grand to report about me, just thought I'd let you lovelies know I'm alive and well.

Oh, and read this:

Squint“Dis oh-keh?”
Will nods, and I sit down without arguing. Seems like every time we come here they seat us at some tiny, awkwardly visible table right in the middle of the restaurant.
“Ah, sumting to dreenk?”
“Just water,” Will says, still standing, and now she nods.
“Coke, please,” I put in, and she nods again and turns and leaves.
People must be staring at us. All those old fat people who demanded booths. Probably think we’re a gay couple or something. But we’re not. We’re just roommates.
After assembling a plate of mostly noodles and veggies I slog back from the buffet counter and sit by my Coke, and Will’s already shoveling food into his mouth, and after a while he pauses to chew and sits back and stares vacantly over my shoulder, past me.
“So,” he mumbles through a mouthful of crab rangoon, “that crazy guy at the mill today, the vice president suspended him. Means he’s probably gonna get  

It's a smooth, interesting read and the author could use some feedback. (He also needs to write more. Wouldn't you agree? )