Stayed in bed until I had to go to my appointment. By that point I hadn't eaten in a day. Afterwards, I skipped my class because I didn't particularly feel like walking all the way there, and more importantly, I was starting to feel a bit dizzy. So I had something to eat. On my back to bed, I saw a friend and decided to sit and chat. By the time we parted ways, I realized I was feeling better. Thank goodness. The food probably helped.

I'm telling myself not to wonder why I'm better, and if I should be feeling depressed... no, if I'm feeling better, I'd better take that feeling and run with it because who knows how long it'll last?