|Bad Brain, No Biscuit
||[Mar. 27th, 2008|03:38 am]
Kelly J. Cooper
Went into another depressive episode. They often seem to correspond with Mondays. I sleep all day, because I'm exhausted from the previous four days, I lose contact with the world, I wake up late, I fail to shower, I'm lame and useless, oops, wait, value judgment on that last one.
Stupid vicious cycles.
Forced myself to crawl out of it today by: 1) waking up before it got dark, 2) showering, 3) making myself leave the house. By the time I actually left, I was practically running to get away from all of the MUST BE DONE! things gibbering so loudly I couldn't think. I went to visit i_leonardo, where I looked at creative artsy books and had creative artsy thoughts, some of which I even wrote down.
I failed to pick up a prescription, but I did leave voicemail for my Drug Lady about my current pill quantities (she can figure out whether I'll have enough to get through her vacation).
Didn't manage to call and make a doctor's appointment for my annual check-up, but did buy a friend the train ticket home I promised him.
Didn't edit the garden club newsletter articles but did listen to all the messages on the house machine and my cell phone (eight and six, respectively).