Another night of no sleep, and my doorbell rings this morning.

I am still in a panic state... I know I paid my electric and my cable, but maybe it is someone here to shut something off that I haven't thought of yet.

Normally I stay in bed and ignore the doorbell. (I do this even when I am not in a depression pit). But I've been trying to be more proactive--if I hadn't been hiding from everything my car wouldn't have been repossesed after all--so I got out of bad and answered the door.

There were two men, dressed up, one had some papers and books... I thought they were here to serve a summons for unpaid bills or something. Turns out they were from The Watchtower... they realized they woke me and apologized... But I am proud of myself for not hiding and instead answering the door. And for not going back to bed afterwards (I've been here all morning)