Since we were depressed to be back we travel a lot this weekend. Harm than the disease, at least for me. On Sunday I dropped down like a stone, and full of rhetorical questions, with cold, sleepless and confused I intend not to drink in a while, at the very least until the end of the year. A bit of not drinking I could use to recover.
fooled no one, I know. But this feeling did not know that seems pretty negative. And this emptiness in my own day to day does not seem to help much. Depressions
pospsicotropicas, I guess.
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