I was okay. I was cleaning. I cleaned the whole upstairs to my house. I had positive thoughts about how I was going to get my life in order in regards to money, bills, organizations, etc. I read a bit. I was looking forward to starting the creation of a new poem.

Then my mood plummeted.

Restless, empty, depressed.

And I envision going usptairs, sitting there, and just SI'ing. So that's what I am going to do.