moominmuppet

I hate these short, intense depression jags. I seem to have found a "minimum amount of meds needed for stability" point, and haven't had a nasty long depression spiral in a while, but I still get these glitches that used to presage the longer drop. At the moment it isn't helped by feeling physically crappy, largely due to diet, I think. They basically closed the cafeteria for reconstruction and dis-improvements (they're taking away the hot line, and trying to pimp the upcoming fewer options as some great new happy thing). Since I used to get two meals a day there, and am notoriously bad at remembering to feed myself on a regular basis when left to my own devices (this is one of the best things for me about finding housemates who like to cook), and there's nothing else in the vicinity except ordering pizza (which is always a big production, because you have to see if folks want to go in on it, and then there's the whole ordering debate, blah, blah), I haven't been eating well or reliably. I miss my omelettes, damn it! Lunch was dicier, but if nothing else, I could ask for a few slices of provolone, and munch on those. Really must go shopping this week for food to take in with me. Today I had oreos and hot chocolate. Blah, again.

Wasn't supposed to be escorting, but needed to trade to provide coverage. I was really looking forward to a lazy, sleeping-in day, so I'm feeling grumpy about that (and about it being sunny, and therefore having to deal with sunburn potential tomorrow, since I'm at the clinic with no shade).

Oy. And just got subjected to a half hour of Mark rant. Friggin' lovely.

I need a nap. I'm really not fit for human company.