Ugh.  I hate this.

Something really doesn’t feel right in my head but I can’t pinpoint what.  J says it’s anxiety and avoidance, but I don’t know.  I just want to run to the Local Friendly Mental Ward for a few nights’ stay but  know they won’t keep me.  I am relatively lucid, I think.  I’m not suicidal.  I just want to sleep all the time right now.

I did start my antibiotics today (the Z-pack was in the car, of all places), so hopefully that will help.  They said the last time I was at the Local Friendly Mental Ward that physical sickness sometimes brings on depression.

Nothing else, except to say that I will not be winning the Mom of the Year award this year.