Last night I managed to entice enough appetite to eat two hamburgers and then went to bed.
WELL, UNTIL MY WIFE DUMPED ME VIA EMAIL.
Not so much now.
Bed is the usual option for when I get like that.
It doesn't hurt that my primary delusional experiences are about space travel, so curling up in my bunk with a breathing device is very soothing to me.
I asked some of my fraternity brothers for help - some of them have been able to pitch in a little and I have at least something to give the port. It's not a lot, but it's something.
I still don't want to leave the house.
I do take my meds every morning and evening as scheduled and refill the box weekly to stay on track. They may not be perfect, but I take them.
I might clean up a little today - I'm running out of underpants (incontenence sucks) and the foreman grill is still covered in meat grease.
I might not too. No one is expected to visit today. While I may be nuts, I am a little house proud and try to make it semi decent when people come over.
I thought I would be having a religious mania swing, not a depressive leave the planet swing. Odd.