I don’t feel good. I know that’s vague, but I’m not exactly sure what the problem is. Maybe I’m not getting enough sunshine? I have tasks I need to complete – like submitting my resume to a job that just opened in the next town. That is a time-sensitive responsibility and a great opportunity. Aach, I can’t do it! I’m not enjoying my work, either. I actually took a Xanax last night! Is this what depression is? I don’t feel particularly sad. I just don’t want to get out of bed. Forever. I need someone to deliver me Chinese food and a musical.