I wrote a poem this morning, so that's something, but I'm kind of anxious about the hours of the day. I slept way in, had almost 12 hours of sleep last night, so the morning was basically gone when I got up. But still, there are so many hours left and I don't know what to do with myself. I could read or paint or sculpt or watch some recorded TV, but I'm too intimidated to start anything. At least Cymbalta is keeping me from being depressed. I kind of want to go back to sleep, but I doubt I'm going to be able to sleep very well tonight with all the sleep I've already had. I seriously need a planned schedule of events every day so I don't get so overwhelmed.