I'm feeling a bit better today. I wrote in my journal, took a shower, cleaned the apartment (including the toilet bowl. Yick!), and took out the garbage and recycling. I have a lot of energy today. I don't know why. And I'm hypersexual and it's really uncomfortable. Now I'm just resting and listening to music with my cat sleeping on my feet.

My sleep last night was shyt again. Of course. Even if I drastically decreased my caffeine intake.

I have an appointment tomorrow to get my eyebrow pierced at noon. I don't care if it hurts. It lasts like three seconds.

On Wednesday I have my physical with my GP that my therapist is taking me to. We get to talk about hormones! And I have to get a pap. Ugh. I hate those. But I'm putting my big girl panties on and getting it done.

I ended up admitting to my husband how awful I've been feeling last night. I felt really bad and ashamed because I didn't want to worry him. He said he'd be more stressed if I tanked and hadn't told him. He wants me to call my psychiatrist tomorrow morning.