I've passed through anger and back into depression. Not the sobbing, hysterical depression, but the depression of void. The kind of depression that makes me seem like a non-entity. I'm not contributing, I'm barely awake, and I'm certainly not getting anything done. I'm pretty sure this is not what I'm getting paid for. I just want to lay around and eat cheetos. Some people feel like this their entire life and don't even notice. I've felt like this for about 7 hours and it makes my skin crawl.
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dude, what's your problem with Cheetos? They are cheesy, crunchy goodness.
Posted by: Dena | March 14, 2007 at 08:51 PM
Denial, Anger, Ice Cream, Cheetos, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. Each step is a healing process.
Posted by: TheQueen | March 14, 2007 at 10:35 PM
You missed chocolate! How could you miss chocolate?!?
Posted by: ariel | March 14, 2007 at 10:37 PM
i am in the whiny annoyance stage.
Posted by: miss kendra | March 15, 2007 at 11:34 AM