I slept yesterday.
Which is to say I slept until noon.
Then I woke up and ate and blogged and slept until 5 p.m.
Repeat--add an episode of Law and Order: Criminal Intent.
Then I slept for the night--just a little intermittently.
The only sign that this sleeping is not depression is that I eat. Unless, my new MO is eating instead of starving through sadness.
Or I'm fine and I just needed the sleep. Because I had a headache. But no one needs, like, 48 hours of sleep in a row with breaks.
I am supposed to write a super long e-mail about my last therapy session. I think I'll go back to bed.