got up, typed some stuff here, cried. took shower. cried. went to the buddhist temple - cried there, too. came home and napped. trying to keep myself busy by cleaning my apt. cried while doing dishes.
its as if my misery is feeding on itself and i don't know how to stop it. nor do i know why i am suddenly so despondent over all this. i've been through much worse. maybe it's just the timing. i dunno.
but i am unfit for human consumption today, i know that.