I don’t do much physically. I have a desk job and tend to not get up enough.
I am very uncoordinated, and therefore, sports make me feel inadequate.
I am a mosquito magnet and I think bugs are icky so I’m not outside much.
There’s A LOT goin on inside the noggin.
Tuesday night I had an email exchange with “-.” Always a total fucking nightmare. Even if it starts out cordial, it never ends that way. Also, my daughter’s friends didn’t want to go home in a snowstorm so the three of them stayed the night. It’s not that they were a pain. Quite the opposite. It’s just the fact of being responsible for three more people under my roof. Other people’s children were on my watch.
I couldn’t sleep. I cried the kind of tears that just carve out a hot delta on your face. I’m so sick to death of these games. I’d like some different ones. I had a therapy appointment at 8 am the next morning and an eight-hour day after that.
I haven’t been taking my low dose of Prozac. It stomps on my libido and that’s one of the things I enjoy in my life again. I am run down. Have developed cold sores. Exhausted by “-“‘s bullshit and I…
bailed on work. Not on the therapy appointment. I shoveled the driveway enough to get my car out, went to my appointment, and then back to bed.
I downed a multi-vitamin and a Prozac first, and then slept most of the day.
Not a perfect solution, but one I could live with. Today I’m back at “work” — blogging at work : (
Thank you vitamins, Prozac and sleep.