Terror and suffering

( Cut for various emotional badness )

Back, a bit better

So -- took a Seroquel, and with George's help and encouragement got out of the house. We walked four blocks to the pharmacy, stopping along the way to pick up some groceries and Food Fare, and after getting my medication we stopped at Chicken Delight and picked up some take-out chicken for supper. Then, four blocks back.

I still feel bad, but not AS bad. The exercise probably helped.

I think I'll kill a bit of time in Yahoo Religion chat, then maybe go to bed and try to get some sleep, with an eye toward getting up relatively early tomorrow and getting in a full day's work before the Witches Meetup get-together tomorrow night at the Second Cup.

No work done today, though. Bleh.