I managed to sleep for an hour when I got home from work. And I ate a bowl of cereal which is something I haven't been doing (eating). I called a close friend of mine and she's stopping by in a little while. I look like crap, my condo is a mess and I probably ont even get out of bed while she's here. I hate feeling like this. I hate that I can't just be happy with my life. I hate having life pass me by while I'm in bed crying. I hate me.