March 17, 2010
I came home from work today and did nearly exactly what I'd been waiting all day to do-- sat outside and read until the sun went away, and then slept for hours. Now I'm going to bed. I don't think I ate dinner. I've got a permanent crick in my neck, probably from sleeping on my love seat. I'm not feeling myself right now. Nothing is exciting or worth looking forward too. I couldn't even get excited for St. Patrick's day, and you know how I feel about holidays. Everything just seems so boring and hard and strange. Going to go to bed now and hope that things look brighter in the morning. The nice weather we're supposed to get will help.