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Jun. 26th, 2002 03:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yendiSo, we got home at a bit before 5. By 5:15, I'd fallen asleep. Hard. Slept until about 11:30. Woke up, and <;j user="shadesong"> was asleep. Realized I was felling four things. Depressed, achy, hungry, and like my bladder was full.
I painfully crawled out of bed and took care of the last problem first, then made the same salsa I'd made the night before to take care of the hunger (since I'd slept through dinner, the hunger wasn't a surprise).
I have no idea why I'm so depressed. Well, I've got a few thoughts, but nothing concrete. Part of it is the combination of work bullshit and my white knight complex at home (seeing 'song going through shit, and not being able to solve it). But part of it is something else. Most of you would call it empathy; a few of you would call it subconscious realization of something without conscious awareness of it. Either way, I know something shitty is either happening to someone I know, or because of someone I know (and directed at me), but I can't put my finger on it.
And to top it off, I just threw up (should probably have put a tmi warning here). Not because of the salsa, I think -- I was feeling icky before, but I assumed it was because I hadn't eaten in a while. It's entirely possible that I've got some sort of tummy bug, which may account for that last paragraph, too.
So I'm just going to go lie on the couch and read Lamb now. Between the sickness, the depression, and the physical pain, I won't be going to work tomorrow, that's for sure.
I painfully crawled out of bed and took care of the last problem first, then made the same salsa I'd made the night before to take care of the hunger (since I'd slept through dinner, the hunger wasn't a surprise).
I have no idea why I'm so depressed. Well, I've got a few thoughts, but nothing concrete. Part of it is the combination of work bullshit and my white knight complex at home (seeing 'song going through shit, and not being able to solve it). But part of it is something else. Most of you would call it empathy; a few of you would call it subconscious realization of something without conscious awareness of it. Either way, I know something shitty is either happening to someone I know, or because of someone I know (and directed at me), but I can't put my finger on it.
And to top it off, I just threw up (should probably have put a tmi warning here). Not because of the salsa, I think -- I was feeling icky before, but I assumed it was because I hadn't eaten in a while. It's entirely possible that I've got some sort of tummy bug, which may account for that last paragraph, too.
So I'm just going to go lie on the couch and read Lamb now. Between the sickness, the depression, and the physical pain, I won't be going to work tomorrow, that's for sure.