I'm not as sad today -- I blubbered all over Kevin at some point last night, and that helped. I felt better once I got all my complaining out. But I do still feel tired, sickly -- sort of a general malaise. I didn't get out of bed until 10, and I'm having a hard time motivating to do anything. My tea's almost ready, and I'm going to go try to deal with some laundry -- maybe that kind of mindless activity will help. If all else fails, I'm going to get dressed and go read the second half of Robin McKinley's Sunshine
in the bookstore -- I know that'll cheer me up.
On the plus side, I lost another pound last week. About six pounds down (in eight weeks). Twenty-four pounds to go.