Sleep is sometimes the best thing. I really love just not being present I guess. But even when not depressed I just love being wrapped in blankets and nice and cozy. The most unfortunate part for me--especially during the weekends I have nothing planned, is when I wake up and ask myself "why am I getting up today? There really isn't anything out there waiting for me" those days are the worst. (Thank god for roommates though because I don't want to alarm them so I eventually crawl out of bed around 1pm)