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I can't remember what I did or was supposed to do last Friday night. I'd blame drinking on that ,but I haven't touched a drop this weekend. I remember that most of last week was full of tardiness, lack of sleep, and all around miserableness. My laptop freaking out and being unreadable just before my Deadlands game was icing on the cake. I winged the game as best I could, which resulted in two PC deaths. Friday I remember resurrecting my laptop at work, and now that I re-trace my steps, Friday night comes rushing back to me. There was dinner at Cafe Luna, and an aborted attempt at a a hayride, which turned into watching Let the Right One In with Lipika, her cousin Sara, and her friend RJ. The streaming version had half the subtitles on top and off the screen, so watching it was a chore. Fortunately, I saw it before and could fill in the gaps. Everyone thought it was an awesome film.
Saturday I finished off season two or Torchwood, and watched the Children of Earth series in one go. Somewhere in there, along with not drinking any water all day, the depression hit and hasn't let go. I blew off a party and a club night, and went to bed early.
Sunday: Still down. Struggled to finish painting a figure, not quite done. Sara and I put up the yearly plastic, which left me cursing a blue streak and Sara cursing at me. Finally finished most of the windows, picked up sushi for me (and for her, by way of apology). Still not fit for human contact, so I missed two more parties trying to keep it together at home. Slept early, had dreams without any signs of stress in them.
Monday: Still down. My order of Rock Band 3 put a dent in my bad mood, but a flurry of difficult calls and technical snafu's still mark the day in the Loss column. I noticed today that whenever someone posts something encouraging or inspirational, it immediately has the opposite effect on me. Clearly that's a sign that things aren't well. The good news, is that I have less than half an hour left in my work day. Time to go home and start pulling it together.
Saturday I finished off season two or Torchwood, and watched the Children of Earth series in one go. Somewhere in there, along with not drinking any water all day, the depression hit and hasn't let go. I blew off a party and a club night, and went to bed early.
Sunday: Still down. Struggled to finish painting a figure, not quite done. Sara and I put up the yearly plastic, which left me cursing a blue streak and Sara cursing at me. Finally finished most of the windows, picked up sushi for me (and for her, by way of apology). Still not fit for human contact, so I missed two more parties trying to keep it together at home. Slept early, had dreams without any signs of stress in them.
Monday: Still down. My order of Rock Band 3 put a dent in my bad mood, but a flurry of difficult calls and technical snafu's still mark the day in the Loss column. I noticed today that whenever someone posts something encouraging or inspirational, it immediately has the opposite effect on me. Clearly that's a sign that things aren't well. The good news, is that I have less than half an hour left in my work day. Time to go home and start pulling it together.
