It's not you, it's me

[stephbg]

Watched the pilot episode of The Middleman today and was a little surprised that I didn't enjoy it more. I thought I *should* have enjoyed it, but meh.



Since today is Tuesday and Best Potential Horsie Day of the week, I counted my spoons for a trip to the stable and came up short. Oh well. But then I tried my new Depression diagnostic of imaginary horse scritching, and came up with nothing more than the sensation that I didn't have the strength to reach my arm up.

Since I've been in the dullest of post-viral fatigue states for several weeks now, I've been alert to the possibility of a dose of Depression, but some time today (yesterday?) it just slipped in under the radar. I blame hormones too, as my cycle ran a day early which Just Never Happens with the pills I take. Come to think of it I didn't have the usual PMT last week, so I had some spare in storage.

The worst of it is I have a pathetic desire to beg for love, validation, encouragement and support. I'm disappointed that I don't have some hilarious new bit of The Book to release to critical acclaim. I make myself cringe. But if you want to tell me I'm awesome, that would be ok. Oh to be funny again.

This won't last.

This Won't Last.

THIS WON'T LAST.

Comments

[stephbg.livejournal.com]

I'm puzzled as to why my linguistic skills should suffer so noticeably.

[alias_sqbr]

It's bizarre how much effect my health has one my ability to draw, too (though in unpredictable ways, sometimes I can draw when I can't stand) I was down to pretty much stick figures a few days ago which was very frustrating.