I do feel better, and thank you to those who were worried about me!
I think this is what separates me from those other, less fortunate ones, who suffer from actual depression - mine never lasts too long. It's more like a short-term funk. I've been pretty busy this past weekend and today with stupid things, like worrying about what to wear to the fancy-shmany affair that we're going to on Friday, and taking the Ethics exam (which I daresay I am pretty sure I passed this time) and changing my mind last minute about what wedding invitations to order. And when you're busy with minute little things, I think it always tends to make you feel better. Or perhaps you just don't have the time to feel bad or to think about how bad you feel.

Today I went to the gym - I haven't been in a week, due to the much too much talked about (perhaps not on this blog, but in general) stomach virus. It was a fairly pathetic work-out, but I figure I am easing into it. It sucks that after only a week's break, I need to be getting my endurance back up. After I came home from the gym, Vadim (whom I asked to stop by the store to pick up some half&half for my coffee) surprised me by also picking up Haagen Dazs Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream, which is my absolute favorite flavor on earth. I don't say this lightly - I am very brand (and flavor) loyal when it comes to ice cream. And in case it's not clear yet, my whole aversion to food is O. V. E. R. Damn it. I think it's cruel to have bought that ice cream. But it is absolutely divine.

While doing laundry today, I encountered the Crazy Lady of our building complex. She totally freaked me out. She was one of those murmuring-to-herself.. scratch that. She was actually murmuring to me, I was just trying so very hard to pretend that I could not hear her. She told me that the dryer works. And when I looked puzzled as to why she was telling me this, she said "I am proud of who I am". I was totally lost, I thought perhaps this is going to lead to some story about her life, and how she has worked hard for 55 years, and some little pompous bitch like myself won't even give her the courtesy of answering her when she speaks to me. But what she meant was that there are some people out there in the world, who will not tell you if a dryer is broken. But she is the good kind of folk, who will be so thoughtful as to tell you the truth. She then mumbled something about how you can't trust these machines, with all thems new ones like cell phones and computers coming into play. I bet she had no idea that I would skip upstairs and post about her on one of thems computers! hee hee