feelin' awful

Ugh, it's monday, and I feel so gross. I wrote a lot over the week-end, and slept too, but now I'm really tired for some reason. My sister would say it's depression. And she would be right.

It depresses me to go back to work. I don't want to do it. I am so sick of the mind numbing madness of my job. And I am sick of dealing with incredibly unintelligent people.

I am sick of being saddled with debt. I need to pay off everything. I need to get to a place where I can afford to live my life.

I just cancelled my world of warcraft account. I'm glad.

I really want to force myself to work on my novel. And, I do have to force myself. I get too distracted. But ...

I understand why authors become alcoholics. I just want to drink, to numb myself. And I should exercise, but I don't want to exercise at all. I don't even seem to care about my health. I just want to do something more interesting than what I do now.