So all that quiet reflection and whatnot that I so desired after my vacation has been no where to be found.
It’s my own fault, I got sort of depressed about everything when I got home and I’ve just sat on my ass staring at the wall since I got back.
But I’m trying, but I’m always trying and it gets old. I’m so bored with myself that the thought of interacting with other people makes me want to jump in front of a bus.
And this weekend we’re heading to Sedona/Jerome/Clarkdale for Tom’s birthday, so hopefully I will snap out of it and actually have some fun…
Do you think maybe the staring at the wall IS a form of quiet reflection? I don’t know, it seems possible.
Depression has no sense of timing or perspective. Bah. I hope you are having a good weekend now.