|dachshund stegosaurus makes me feel like I got hit by a bus full of sadness|
My rational part says do not sit on the soda staring at the ceiling, get up, get up, get up, do not eat ice cream for dinner, go work out, go for a walk, a run, clean something do something, whatever. I can't. I can't do anything. At night I don't want to go to sleep. I'm totally overwhelmed, everything keeled over and spread out all over the floor but I'm too apathetic to care. The only thing I've managed to do is look at pictures of rescue dogs online and Google situational depression adjustment disorders because my past life experience has taught me that big changes and a yawning maw of free time are a downward spiral to nowhere good.