crowdog66 ◾ Six inches of concrete, half set (Reply)

That's what it feels like I'm lying in. The depression is that thick. I could not get out of bed this morning, and finally dragged myself out at about 5:15 pm because a friend and I were supposed to meet for coffee after 5:30 and I had to get up to explain the situation to him over the phone. It literally took me two or three minutes just to get up -- first sitting up, then taking a little numbness-break... then sliding toward the edge of the bed, then taking another break... then legs over the edge, and a break... then, finally, with a tremendous effort of will, actually standing up.

I feel like a real mess, but at least a little more lively. Lively enough to type, as you can tell. One Ritalin and a half a Seroquel tablet down the hatch, and we'll see what that does.

And I have ritual in two days. >.<

Fuck. Well, at least I have tomorrow and most of Saturday to clean the place up and get stuff in order, so I can actually take today as a "mental health day" if I need to.