Were-Whiner

[jakebe]

All day I was feeling relatively invincible. I spent the day working my ass off, moving boxes to storage areas, culling books from Gardening and Herbalism to make room for a crapload we've got, tried organizing Gardening duplicates, cleaned a box of children's books (you have no idea how big a deal this is) and tried working through the moral and philosophical implications of subjective vs. objective reality.

Now I'm feeling lazy, that I've accomplished nothing, I'm lonely and I'm wasting my time. None of this matters to other people, and why should it?

I'm beginning to wonder if I have a mild case of manic-depressiveness. Not to belittle the *real deal*. I've seen that in action, and I wouldn't dare put myself in those shoes. But still, these mood swings have been a pretty big part of my life for some time.

I'm torn between trying to seek comfort in friends and hiding. I don't think I could take a real or imagined disappointment right now. Right then, hiding it is.