I Can Cry If I Want To

Sometimes you just feel gross.  And by gross I mean that progressive fog that seems to envelop you at times making everything grey on the sunniest of days.  I've been feeling that way all weekend, all week actually.  And instead of getting better, it just kept getting progressively worse. I tried all sorts of things to shake myself out of it.  I did some yoga, went for a run, had some chocolate, drank more booze, drank less booze, drank some tea, drank some warm milk with honey to help me sleep, went for a walk in the sun, listened to music, watched a funny movie, saw some funny theatre, spent time with friends, spent time alone... nothing seemed to work.

Today, after my roommate went out, I just sat on my bed and cried.  Sometimes, that's all you need.