mnvnjnsn's Diary To contact send email to mnvnjnsnATSIGNgmailDOTcom. 2003-05-06
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Malaise (have I used that one already?) I went to bed at six last night. Am I feeling any better? Meh. I seem to be more inclined to do actual work, although every mouse click feels like I�m doing it with a forty pound weight on my finger. Am I any less depressed? Nope. Still not motivated by anything. I don�t feel like I�m useful, or intelligent, or attractive, or particularly funny, which is what hurts most of all. Although, I did my part and donated books to the Oakland Library. I didn�t shop from their wish list, which is selfish I guess, but I don�t think they�ll refuse the shipment. If they do, I�ll take them. These are books that I loved as a child, and helped me think outside weirder boxes than the ones kids are usually taught to think inside of. I guess that makes me feel a little better. For those of you who care, the books were: The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles, Julie Andrews I have a call into my therapist, because I really think this listlessness has to do with upping my Effexor. I don�t know what she�ll recommend next, because this may not be a pharmaceutical issue. Maybe I�m catching the flu. Maybe it�s Trevor Dunnigan�s fault. But things are going OK. I�m throwing a party this weekend. I saw They Might Be Giants in concert on Saturday night, and they kicked major ass. Why aren�t I thankful and glad? [sigh] The only thing keeping me from going to bed at six again tonight will be Buffy.
2:07 p.m. - 2003-05-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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