...I'm so tired...
Nov. 17th, 2004 03:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lykomancerWent to the Y. Spent fifteen minutes on a stationary bike, three or so on this weird strider machine, did 48 reps on the rowing machine, and thirty or forty minutes of laps in the pool...and I'm dead. Didn't realize how out of shape I am. Guess I know now!
Got new glasses. They cost lots of money, but at least I don't have to worry about them falling apart like my last pair was doing.
I took the crazies test my therapist recommended. I get to find out on Monday how nuts I truely am... I'm so thrilled.
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Man, life sucks. I'm bored but don't want to do what I have to-- like reading and homework for class. (I have a pretty big project due on the 2nd, and I don't even remember what my topic is. I should really start on that now so that it's done when the other yahoos show up and we start moving.) I'm lonely, but the idea of meeting people is exhasting. I want the apartment to be clean, but I don't want to bother doing it. Really, all I want to do is sleep, read books that aren't for class, and eat sandwiches while fantasizing about a better, fuller, more active life.
This, dear children, is the weight of depression. And this is why, hopefully, I will put on a nice dose of something...inspiring, motivating. Like Zoloft.
...I should go look for books while I'm here at the library...
Got new glasses. They cost lots of money, but at least I don't have to worry about them falling apart like my last pair was doing.
I took the crazies test my therapist recommended. I get to find out on Monday how nuts I truely am... I'm so thrilled.
...
Man, life sucks. I'm bored but don't want to do what I have to-- like reading and homework for class. (I have a pretty big project due on the 2nd, and I don't even remember what my topic is. I should really start on that now so that it's done when the other yahoos show up and we start moving.) I'm lonely, but the idea of meeting people is exhasting. I want the apartment to be clean, but I don't want to bother doing it. Really, all I want to do is sleep, read books that aren't for class, and eat sandwiches while fantasizing about a better, fuller, more active life.
This, dear children, is the weight of depression. And this is why, hopefully, I will put on a nice dose of something...inspiring, motivating. Like Zoloft.
...I should go look for books while I'm here at the library...
