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I so wish I was one of those people who, when slightly depressed, either:
a. Throws myself into my activities-school, work, working out, etc until I feel better.
b. Just stops eating.
As it turns out, I am not. Work was awkward/miserable at best last night, for obvious reasons. I got home, parked on my couch, and started in on the bag of Hershey's kisses I bought the other day. I woke up late this morning, and found the evidence, seemingly millions of little silver wrappers, all over the coffee table. Instead of cleaning it up and taking a shower, and sat down and had a few (hundred) more.
Ah well. This too shall pass.
a. Throws myself into my activities-school, work, working out, etc until I feel better.
b. Just stops eating.
As it turns out, I am not. Work was awkward/miserable at best last night, for obvious reasons. I got home, parked on my couch, and started in on the bag of Hershey's kisses I bought the other day. I woke up late this morning, and found the evidence, seemingly millions of little silver wrappers, all over the coffee table. Instead of cleaning it up and taking a shower, and sat down and had a few (hundred) more.
Ah well. This too shall pass.