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Feb. 22nd, 2004 09:30 ami hate Ralph Nader only slightly less than i hate George W. Bush.
Feb. 22nd, 2004
i thought i was done with this
Feb. 22nd, 2004 02:45 pmbut yesterday i didn't drag myself out of bed till dinnertime, and i haven't made it out of bed today yet. i keep thinking about the stuff i really need to do (laundry! i have no clean pants left!) and things i might like to do (like go to a cafe and read) and how hungry i am (really ought to eat something), but none of it is sufficiently motivational. i don't know what the fuck my problem is.
iceberg has been excellent company, at least. probably it's only because the apartment is chilly and he wants my body heat, but i'll take what i can get.
the carrot and fennel soup i made the other night was delicious, and would be perfect as a light first course. i had it with a salad and some baguette with herbed chevre, with a cheap but tolerable pinot grigio. highly recommended, and freakishly healthy in the bargain, despite the sour cream.
i feel like crap. the lonely thing continues to plague me. of course, if i got off my ass and called someone, i'd have company, but then i wouldn't be getting laundry done. not that i'm getting it done now, but i really need to do it. the apartment is still embarrassingly messy so i don't want to invite anybody over.
yep, classic depression. i guess i should call the doctor, since i'm due for a check-in with her anyway.
god, i am so sick of this shit. is this going to be my life, never quite happy, always tweaking some medication or other to try to at least remain functional, forced to structure my entire life around my malfunctioning brain?
iceberg has been excellent company, at least. probably it's only because the apartment is chilly and he wants my body heat, but i'll take what i can get.
the carrot and fennel soup i made the other night was delicious, and would be perfect as a light first course. i had it with a salad and some baguette with herbed chevre, with a cheap but tolerable pinot grigio. highly recommended, and freakishly healthy in the bargain, despite the sour cream.
i feel like crap. the lonely thing continues to plague me. of course, if i got off my ass and called someone, i'd have company, but then i wouldn't be getting laundry done. not that i'm getting it done now, but i really need to do it. the apartment is still embarrassingly messy so i don't want to invite anybody over.
yep, classic depression. i guess i should call the doctor, since i'm due for a check-in with her anyway.
god, i am so sick of this shit. is this going to be my life, never quite happy, always tweaking some medication or other to try to at least remain functional, forced to structure my entire life around my malfunctioning brain?