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OK, I'm officially depressed. No damned reason for it; I just hit some kind of a wall. Didn't really feel like a walk, and didn't have time in any case. Didn't call anyone, though I could have while Colleen was in her radiology appointment. Hugs don't seem to help. Neither did a trip to Fry's -- I was snappish and grumpy even though I mostly found what I came for.
I'm feeling lazy and lumpish -- spent an hour or so this evening just staring into space, with too little energy to try to figure out why my laptop keeps losing its net connection. I just ate -- dinner was delicious, and I didn't have to cook it -- and I'm walking flat-footed as if my blood sugar was through the floor. It isn't, but I'm not sure what is.
There are only two weekends between here and Conflikt. I'm not really ready, not even for a little half-hour set. My voice is still a wreck; I've been fighting a cold or something for the last month. Probably an allergy, though I can't guess to what.
There's too much to do, and I can't even get started. I remember that I was happy for a week or two, but that was months ago. This is worse than usual. Probably I'll get over it; I usually do.
09:50pm: Colleen is of the opinion that it's the gluten in the won-ton soup I had for lunch. Maybe.