Depression is coming on. I can see the cloudiness at the edges of my vision. And I'm so tired, as if I've run marathons and solved equations for days. Everything is sad. My officemate's music is making me want to cry. The usual Phoenix shit is setting my teeth on edge.
Timing, as usual, is bad. Mom is still here. Howell and Melinda will be here in three days. I just want to get in bed and stay there.