Today has just been a bad day for me. I woke up late, missing both my first class and my therapy appointment. This is the second time I've missed an appt due to oversleeping; my new therapist probably thinks that I just don't care. I had nothing to contribute during the one class I did make it to. I checked my e-mail tonight, and got a notification from the housing office that someone made a "noise complaint" against me, and that I have to attend a meeting about it tomorrow at 11. I wasn't even in my apartment during the time the complaint was made.

I also binged both yesterday and today, which is bad because I am trying to lose the 26 lbs I gained on zyprexa. I bought two packages of sweets yesterday afternoon...they're both gone.

I hate having no control.

Thanks for listening and for your virtual hugs.