I have a problem. Nothing is fun. I don't do anything fun. My life is nothing more than a series of responsibilities - or so it feels like. I am on day 8 AF and the only thing I have to look forward to is quitting smoking (after two more cigs) and then misery. I have a ton of housework to do and there is a SMART meeting at 4 today I could go to. I walked out of my house today to go for a walk and couldn't get past the end of the block as I just felt wiped out. Maybe it's the Topamax. I don't know.
Part of the problem is where I live, I know. The things I like to do are not here. Or maybe I am just a big baby. Or maybe this is what life is about and I just need to accept that most of us just work hard and die.
What I CAN do is to restring some necklaces I made. Still, even that doesn't seem like fun. I need a haircut. I need to pay bills. Blech. Ok, thanks for letting me vent.
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