So I am home on New Year’s Eve, even though there are parties that I could and should be attending. Unfortunately, the depression bug has its claws hooked in me and I doubt that I can shake it off in time to go anywhere. Even down to the Embarcadero to see the fireworks like I planned. But do I really want to be out in the cold and alone in a sea of thousands celebrating the new year.
Food and sleep seems to be the answer to my problems. Or rather, they are the crutches that I fall back on to ease the pain, if only for a little while. I really should have taken my medicine with me to Seattle, but I couldn’t remember if the bottle could go through security at the airport or not. Then maybe I wouldn’t be as depressed as I am now.
It doesn’t help that Teresa’s gift is not here yet. I ordered it before I left for Seattle expecting it to be here when I arrived. Online tracking says it’s not going to get here until the 3rd. I just feel like I totally messed up the holidays and set myself a step back with her. I guess I’ll know for sure the next time that I see her. Will it be in a few days or a few weeks or a few months?
Well, if I want to goto sleep to try and ease the pain, I’ll have to take some Nyquil or something, as the stampede of kids is going on upstairs. I wonder if I have any Jack left?
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