Too Late
Well, I didi it again. Even though you guys got me through the agonies of last night, I again woke up this morning with the excrutiating depression. I went to the lunchtime meeting as usual. Everyone was very nice to me. But when I got back to this great old shabby house my mood sank, and I returned to my bed. After an hour of watching "Friends" on my laptop, I couldnt stand the depression any longer, and went to the garage and bought a bottle of wine, and a litre of brandy.
I have had the wine - barely notice any difference except that the blinding depression is gone. I feel instead, very nauseus, and am a bit surprised at that. My son has just left for a party, which is to celebrate the ten nights of his play. I have a long night ahead of me. It's only 8pm here in the UK.
What am I to do?