It was a nice day...

weather-wise, at least. I didn't feel so good. On top of that, my wake-up anxiety returned (for good reason, it turned out, but I think we may have figured it out for now); it wasn't exactly depression, but more stress-induced stuck-in-the-molasses lethargy with a sinusey headache thrown in for good measure. I wanted to take the bus or train into the city today, so I could finally say that I did, but of course I didn't, as usual. As usual, my day off wasn't really spent doing anything useful. I still don't feel particularly interested in talking, or writing, or anything that might be construed as interesting. Blah. I'm bored.