Inside Out
Lord Bitweaver’s Journal, 10th of Colddark, 716
I had a roller-coaster ride of a weekend. My medication is a tranquilizer, but it does nothing for depression; and through most of Saturday I was eyeballs-deep in a pit of apathy and blackness. Needless to say, there’s not much to talk about on Saturday until suddenly in the late afternoon when it magically cleared. Seriously, one moment I could barely be bothered to speak, and the next I was fine. This has happened to me before, and I have no explanation for it.
Anyway, thanks to being fine, I got the first draft of Managlitch Episode Eighteen finished. With luck I’ll be able to get it recorded soon; the date for the season finale is approaching quickly. I didn’t sleep super well last night, but today included some exercise with Maya, grocery shopping, an errand at her Mom’s, a conference call about the con I’m working this spring, and a viewing of “The Martian” (good, but the book was better).
Now if these stomach issues would clear up… I’ve been in mild pain all evening, which has been temporarily relieved by gas release but keeps coming back. Ive taken some antacids in the hope that will help somehow. Can’t be kept up tonight: I’ve got work in the morning.
