Tracking mood swings

Last night was an up. That was great. And over.

I woke at 5:30 this morning with a huge weight of inexplicable dread on my chest. I thought a physical and mental combo activity would help, so I started to rearrange my sewing room. Yes, again. Some of my ancient wire shelves broke and I'm trying to find a solution that doesn't involve spending money. This morning's solution = Not working.

Two hours and change later, I'm looking at this wreck of a room wondering what the hell I was thinking.

I found some more Fetish things that didn't make it to the Humane Society on the first trip, so that was kind of rough. Her cat carrier still had an old tee shirt in it. I'm trying to decide if it's worth it to go ahead and have a cry. I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't help, though, and I'd just wind up with itchy eyes and a stuffed-up nose on top of all the other shit.

I'd love to be able to start on some Wellbutrin right now. Sweet Jesus. This is just plain annoying.

And hey, if anyone wants a really nice cat carrier, let me know asap.