Oh neat, double post.
Honestly, today started off reasonably well. I slept a little poorly thanks to some wax blockage in one ear and a bit of yesterday's sore throat, and I woke up to a message from my girlfriend that the power had gone out, but things powered back on shortly afterwards and I made a couple sandwiches for breakfast. Even watched an episode of The X-Files while eating, which put me at just the right time to take the dogs out for a walk if we were to run into the kids at the local school (I'd been avoiding this for a couple days and felt a bit bad).
Then while out on the walk, the doggies got to put on their best "uncontrollable rabid dickshits" impressions, right in front of all the kids, when another pair of dogs dared to exist on the same street. We actually made the other dogowners take a detour because these little mad rat fucks were being so goddamned aggressive. I aborted the meet 'n' greet and dragged the dogs away so we'd stop being an impediment to well-behaved animals.
Got back to the apartment in good time for me to head off to Fountain House, which I've also been sorely neglecting. It'd be a bit tricky to do that and do my weekly time down at the pub (which I didn't do yesterday because I wasn't feeling too well, and didn't do the day before because I thought I might need it a bit more on Tuesday), but with some gumption I should be able to pull it off.
...but it's never quite that easy to go to the House. I needed to work myself up first. I wasn't doing too well on that front. So I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor for a few minutes. Then I hit myself a few times.
Eventually I managed to get myself up and went to the bathroom. A quick drizzle before heading out the door, that'll do it. The dogs even hopped into the kennel on their own, ready to be secured for my leaving the apartment.
When I locked up and started weeping into the toilet, I understood that I wasn't going anywhere today. Damn it all.