Well, so much for the best-laid plans. Not even work could get me out of bed today. I thought and thought but when it got to be a half hour before I was to report to work I realized I'd have to call in late, so I might as well call in absent. I got a phone call from my GP's office about 12:30 and I had to get up to write stuff down, and guess what? I went right back to bed. So the mood continues. I really HAD to get to the pharmacy today, but it was so hard to get out of bed. I can't even describe it. It's like my body's made of lead and my will is so absent that there just can be no vertical movement. Once I got out of the house, it was difficult to keep from crying. Everything is just. so. hard. I feel so incapable of doing even the basics that I think I shouldn't even be living on my own. I should be in the severe psych ward where all the patients are just shuffling around in their pjs and bathrobes. Anyway. Nobody's probably listening anymore.