and we frolicked about

It really fucking sucks when you forget to take your anit-depressants for a day, so after a month of not being able to cry while on them you're suddenly sobbing over NOTHING and thinking about all the shitty things you're taking the pills to deal with to begin with.

I was fine until about a half hour ago and then I was thinking about the start of the work week and the shit I have to do tomorrow, calling student loan, going to the doctor to update him on the depression situation and to ask for something to deal with my back pain. Seriously, dude, I know you don't want to give me a prescription but it's been almost two years and these OTC pills are getting expensive and ineffective. Plus the pharmacy is starting to say things to me about how frequently I'm getting them--and I'm tag-teaming with another store to get around the time limits when I run out, which I'm 99% sure is frowned upon, at the VERY least.

I actually had an okay day. I cleaned all the things (well, most of the things) because I have a friend coming over tomorrow night for dinner. So I swept and scrubbed the kitchen (on my knees with a scrub pad, no less!), vacuumed (the rest of my rooms, including the bathroom, are carpeted), dusted, cleared off the kitchen table (hasn't looked this good since I moved in) and took out the garbage. Then I prepared the dinner for tomorrow in the slow cooker and popped it in the fridge till morning. AND I made my first Valentine's day card that I'm giving to the girls at work. I haven't finished it totally because I don't know quite what to write and I'm waiting for the glitter to dry.

Forgot to even watch Primeval this week, and thus cap it, and I can't bring myself to care, honestly. I'll watch it but I don't know when. Maybe I'll put it off for a while to a shorter time before the start of season five.

Anyway, now that I've gone on about STUFF I guess I'll try to go to bed and hope for a better tomorrow, on drugs.