Mood is alright. I'm not myself, I have no motivation. I made myself go grocery shopping and get my blood drawn. I had to fake be nice and talk, even though I just wanted to do what I needed and go home. I also found the motivation to prepare my PowerPoint for work because I had to get it done. I'm trying to push myself, but I can't get out of this funk. The Prozac won't kick in for a few weeks. It could be so much worse I tell myself.