I have given up on my depression med. It wasn't doing much anyway.
Now my insomnia is back. I've been awake since 2:30am. It's 6:15, and the kids will be up with the sun.
My mood has crashed. I don't want to leave the house. My man-person and I are basically not talking (because we're mature adults). I'm hungry, but I'm feeling really grossed out by my body right now so no eating for me. I want a kitty on my lap, but they're curled up in a chair on the other side of the room. I want to get this hellhole cleaned up and organized, but what's the point.

I don't feel like fixing any of this today because that's a ridiculous notion. I'm just going to laze, brood, and lurk here until my eyes finally close for a nap.
Oh, and watch "Silver Bullet" because I deserve some pleasure, dammit.

Hope you enjoyed my weekly whine post!