I always feel bad when I get up and I see B on the couch or a blanket on the couch. That means she was sleeping out there or still is because I was snoring. And I snore because I am a fat disgusting pig. If there's one thing I miss about being way too skinny it's that I didn't snore. I need to stop eating. Just fucking stop.
I am definitely in a depression cycle. I spent most of yesterday in a sort of malaise just getting by. No motivation to do anything. No interest. I went out in the morning and got passport photos done, got some groceries in the hope it would cheer me up, came back, worked on some stuff for today, and that was about it. Just blah all day.
I made crepes for dinner. They turned out okay at least.
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