May 18, 2010 13:02
So,
I'm not having one of those good days.
Woke up feeling like something prickly had crawled into my throat and died
I learned that my reservation at the hotel my unlabeled friend is staying at is for the wrong two days.
And I got called sir.
Always a good feeling that.
It's just one of those days where your mind is a pit of despair
and hopelessness just claws at your mind and screams all the stupid things you've done in your life in your ear over and over and over so you can relive them and feel just as guilty and horrible as you did then.
Good bit of news, I've started picking up and doing things around the apartment that have been put off for way to long. Always a great thin g to distract yourself with when your trying not to lay down and make everything go away
bad day,
cleaning,
apartment,
depression