The weather has changed today, wet and grey, and it doesn’t help.
Last night I felt genuinely tired, and I only had one glass of wine. I was in bed by 9.30pm, and I slept fitfully. C texted me at 10.30 pm wishing me g’night, but I couldn’t be bothered to text him back, I had nothing to say.
This morning I woke up to rain. Tootled around the flat vaguely and ironed, washed and preened myself. Walked into the office listening to some upbeat tunes to cheer me up. I have been here 3 hours now and I am bored shitless, I am trying to think of an excuse to go home, or maybe take a half day? but I only have a few days holiday left.
I have emailed C and have had no response, chances are he is still asleep. He does a lot of that, but justifys it that he stays up late into the early hours of the morning. I think it is all part of his OCD, and that he needs more serotonin, so it is all linked with a form of depression.
I am supposed to meet my friend this evening to help out with the business, but I am not in the mood, I feel selfish for thinking that I just want to curl up in my spooky flat and leave the world alone for a while. I don’t even feel like I want to see C. It may be time for me to make an appointment to see the pdoc before this gets out of hand.
