Today was better, much better. I didn't really get all that much done, but that's okay. I watched two Sopranos episodes and went shopping with my dad. I took pictures of my mom's tulips and my dad's azaleas. I ate three meals, which I hadn't done in I don't know how long. I took my first dose of Zoloft, and afterwards my stomach actually did hurt for a little while, but it went away after dinner. Much as I hate to admit it, it's true what they say about depression: you get so used to feeling bad that feeling normal feels terrific. As dumb as that sounds.

I translated "99 Luftballons" for Curtis today... as best I could, which wasn't very well. Once again I was forced to admit to myself how much German I've lost. I know my French is rusty too. They're so hard to hold onto when you don't use them. Maybe I should just stay in school my whole life. I guess that's what grad school is for. You can park yourself there indefinitely.

I'm sleepy. I slept for nearly ten hours last night and I'm sleepy anyway. That's what eating will do to you. I'll go call Curtis. Then maybe I can go to bed. And tomorrow... tomorrow I do work.