Dark, dark, dark

The sun is out; it's a beautiful day. I'm sitting inside with all the lights off, playing Bejewelled Blitz and checking my facebook page compulsively. I know this isn't healthy. I know I should be doing something else, something active and productive. But still I sit here.

At least I'll have clean clothes tomorrow. I managed to get my laundry done.

What are you fighting for?

If struggle builds character, I should be an absolute saint in about a month. :|

I wonder if the old meds stopped working, and that's why I crashed, or if they'd work again now that I'm getting my mental house in better order.

There is little impulse control in the bottle that lives in my bathroom now. I want to go back to feeling good as I remember it.

This is not working well for me.