Monday, March 10, 2008
wreck without a caregiver
Without my mom in the house when she goes back to JB to stay a few nights with my dad, I seem to function less normally. Eating a proper meal is a chore alone, and getting out of the house pales to the idea of sleeping in all day. I live like a depressed person again: sleeping, listless, hardly eating or drinking, every supposed enjoyment a chore, every planned activity lying in the dust.