I called in sick to work today.  I said that I had stomach flu, but in reality I spent most of the night dinking on the computer and drinking a 2 liter of Mountain Dew right out of the bottle (such a bad-ass, I am).
I'm sleepy all the time, and I suspect my lack of energy has more to do with my medications and the general poor care I've been taking of myself....eating too much, no exercise.  I've been falling asleep at my desk at work.  It's going to come back to bite me one of these days.  I'm just so tired...all the time.
I seem to be very susceptible to suggestion.  I come back to a depression group and right away I start feeling depressed again.  I'm fighting it.  I have too much in this life that I want to do without spending all my time wallowing in my own misery.
I'm always struck by the pain of the people on here.  The few words I can throw out there feel like I'm pissing on a forest fire.  The words help, I know.  Sometimes it helps so much just to know that someone, somewhere, cares.  I'm trying my best to let people know that I do care.  For whatever it's worth...for however useful or useless my words are, I do, at least, care.  It's the truth, and I want people to understand that if they understand nothing else.
Time to try to sleep.
Steve