Blue Thursday

I didn't go in to work today. I slept through the alarm until about ten till seven, and I just didn't feel like going in today. It's a return of the depression after two good days. Nothing feels right. Nothing feels good. Motivation is no higher than zero and may be lower.

I see the psychiatrist today. Perhaps it's time for a different medication. Perhaps that's not the problem. I don't know.

I remember having several odd dreams last night. One in particular involved doing a Vets Journey Home weekend in a strange place. The last time I had such a dream, Al Fletcher showed up as big and normal as life, and everyone else took it in stride. I hugged Al and we collapsed on a table with me holding him under me and me crying my heart out.

No Al this time, but no students showed up, either. There were just lots of strange staff, and I had the feeling that I wasn't supposed to lead, even though that's what I came to do. Gene was there, as was Marianne, but no one else sticks in my mind as familiar to me.

The other dream (or dreams, I'm not clear) are not clear to me, either.