Ran out of meds this week which pretty much means I've spent the last three days living in bed. For some reason when I go off my lexapro I end up living in my bed. It doesn't help that I have a really ungodly comfortable bed. I mean... this is the kind of bed sleeping beauty would be made for. I feel like Rip Van fucking Winkle.
So clearly no writing has gotten done. Sick vicious cycle. I get depressed and do nothing and then I get even more depressed because nothing is getting done! ARG!
*crawls off to be distracted by WoW*
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