*drags self out of bed*

[crowdog66]

Twenty-two hours in bed. And I only got up because George ordered in fried chicken and wanted me to have something to eat (and, to be honest, I find it difficult to resist good fried chicken).

Don't see much point in being up, but here I am, typing away.

Thanks to all who posted words of encouragement. Right now everything just seems pointless and I can't decide what I want to do; I'd go back to bed, but I'm not sure I could get back to sleep again.

Comments

[eastpath.livejournal.com]

Please come get your presant from me if you can tomorrow... I'm at the store until 4:30... *hugs* or if i could drop it off after i get off work with you, that would be cool too...

[elaryn.livejournal.com]

I'm still thinking good thoughts your way. If there is anything else I can do, let me know. ::big hugs::

[codeweasel.livejournal.com]

Well, if you can't decide what to do, I could use some help painting the temple at home :). Just kidding, but seriously, I hope your able to feel better soon. I know how tough it can be to do anything but lie around the house when your in the throes (is that the right word?) of depression. I'll keep you in my thoughts and hopefully some positive energy will find it's way to you.

**Hugs**

[cockatiel-art.livejournal.com]

You're welcome hun, for the encouragement :-) .

Regarding bed... if you ever get bored, you can alwayscount the cracks on the cling . Or as in my case, he number of flies taking refuge from the cats...