Yesterday was a rough day. I just felt useless and tired and bored and I didn't accomplish anything.

I could see it coming by 11am: I was on a long, slow trip towards a wasted day. And I know myself well enough to know that staying indoors all day without studying, without exercising, without talking to friends or reading a book or doing anything other than browsing youtube and eating cereal is a recipe for a truly sour, depressed mood. And yet I couldn't help it. I just couldn't do anything.

Drew was at Tip's place all day sewing curtains for his office. He came home around 7 or 8 and took me to dinner. Tried to cheer me up, reassuring me that I just needed a day off and that it was good that I had been such a lazy slob all day. He kept the rah-rah cheerleader thing up for about 3 hours, and then by the end of it we were in a huge fight with yelling and slamming doors. I pulled him down into my negativity. Poor Drew.

Things are better now. I knew they would be. I just needed a new day and a fresh start. I think the whole lazy-day thing is good for about five hours and then after that I wish I could just FF to the next morning.