Better mood today.

Probably because I got off my butt and took my pill. When I think about there is something upsetting about depending on drugs to keep my mind centered. So I try not to think about it.

Anyway, today is better, except that it is Monday and I have work. Some days, these days, the only way I can get to work is to count down the number of days left to go. I tell myself I can get up because I only have X number week days to go and those days include Y vacation days and Z holidays. So I’m here.

I’m sitting here wondering why I am willing to write about depression and medication, but I am not willing to put in the number of days until I retire. Go figure.

The nice thing about knowing I will retire soon is that I can put off all sorts of tasks until after the big day. Of course once I retire I’ll have to come up with a new excuse.