Well, this is different.

I've been weird the past few days. Maybe longer.

Don't get freaked out, but I'm feeling...depressed. I'm not talking clinical depression here. I just mean that I've been lonely, tired, anxious, sad. I cried a couple little bits yesterday, and another little bit today. Now remember, crying for me is like tear tear sniffle sniffle tear sniffle DONE unless there's a huge problem or unless I'm engrossed in some form of mushy media. I don't usually do it two days in a row, though.

I think it's stemming from a pretty gross combo of stress from work (SO many different origins of stress here), lack of sleep, limited social contact, seriously diminished God-focus, ZERO male friends (always a huge source of support and comfort for me), and my big bro heading off to the Navy. PS Do I need to capitalize that? You know, I'm also thinking that it might be a smidge of seasonal dysphoric disorder (Really, bloghost, you don't know how to spell the word "dysphoric"? No wonder I don't use spellcheck.), but I'm pretty sure that's just wishful thinking.

This is just such an odd experience for me. I'm not used to having feelings of much consequence, and all of a sudden I see a random photograph and BAM the tears start happenin'. It's almost decided at this point that I'm going to take a mental health day within the next couple of weeks to try and get things back under control. Weekends clearly haven't...I'm looking for a word like "salved" or "sated" or "sufficed" or another s-word...but they just haven't done their job. It's going to take another day.

So, I'm declaring now that I will be taking a sick day on a coming Friday this month unless I magically return to my formerly effervescent self. Look out, world. I will soon be back. Hopefully.

Hey wait, so, should I be posting the reason for my sick day on the Internet two weeks in advance?