Saw my therapist today. Barely managed to drag myself there, but it was good that I did. She agrees with my feeling that I should see Psych Guy soon to adjust my meds. Something's not right. She's concerned about the excessive sleeping and general lethargy I've sunk into over the past few months. Me too. I was struck by how tired I was over the holidays, and it only seems to have gotten worse in the last few weeks. Every night I come home and can't do much more than play FreeCell and then stumble to bed. Blah yadda zzzz. I'm sorry I'm so meh. (I just felt like saying that. Maybe I'm actually apologizing to myself.)
I need interaction. And I want something more or less mindless to do tomorrow in the spaces between work. So I'll do that meme--ask me for my top-five list on any topic, and I'll come up with something more or less relevant.
"Good night," she mumbled, crawling under the covers.