But more awake, better, not teary, not depressed this morning. Just so tired day after Xmas, went to pool, went to Whole Foods. Knew better. Dropped dead.
Then yesterday rested unhappy atop the bed upon Star Trek upon Devil’s Advocate upon falling asleep. Then falling asleep. Again. Again.
Then yesterday evening I lifted though the clouds spat at me. I came downstairs. Made smoothie. Tasted of chalk. Brain freeze. Dale and I began to watch SyFy’s Ascension. I fell asleep. Heard snoring. Woke up. Fell asleep. Heard snoring. Woke up. Gave up.
Retreated to upper kingdom. Did two submissions. Woke up this morning to an acceptance of one of the two. Shot in the arm much needed. The arm. And the shot.
Is Sunday. Unsure of the Christ. May or may not.
Record Keeping, little old men with spectacles--
Am out of SAM-E. Last dose on Xmas evening. Wondering if it brought mood down. But with this weather stupid bleak everyone is dragged under. And then some.
Bowels okay. But too much going really. Would like a balance. Had fiber last two nights.
Blood pressure okay. Pulse suspiciously low. 66
Pain the terrible weak the worst lifted last night. Felt clearer this morning, though sleepy now. No oxy yesterday. Just ice just heat just the thing that chews us forever.