All day in bed, again

After two tranquillizers and a Seroquel yesterday evening, I fell into bed and slept pretty heavily until about 6 pm today. The last hour or so was interspersed with wide-awake periods staring at the ceiling and thinking about going into the washroom and cutting my wrists while George slept, but in the end I just lay there and wept as quietly as I could until restlessness forced me out of bed.

If I could, I'd sleep 24/7 right now. It's better than facing this ache of despair and emptiness.

Tonight I have to lay flats on a new project, Joe in the Future, a 6-page story George and I are coloring for Heavy Metal Magazine. I couldn't even force myself to get dressed, and I'm supposed to lay flats? Gahhh...

One nice thing in the world: George is heating up a frozen tourtiere for dinner, and it smells pretty good. Too bad I can't eat for another two hours, but he'll leave half of it for me and with some frozen veg it should be tasty.

ETA: Something else that eases the pain with an air of amusement... tonight is soft-core porn night on the Drive-In Classics channel. Hee... breasts.

No work yet

Haven't gotten any work done yet. Just pain.

Immortality is on the Independent Film Channel, with Jude Law as lovely and charismatic as always. It distracts, but does not ease.

I feel so tired right now that I can't imagine going on another day.