I think all the exercise is really helping me feel better. Endorphins rock.
Also I ran out of Vitamin D3 oil caps for a little bit there. I swear my mood declines when I'm not taking that stuff! But I've been back on it for three days now. I started taking Fish Oil supplements again too; the omegas are supposed to naturally improve your mental health or something, and while I have no way of knowing how much (or little) that's helping (since I'm also doing a ton of other things to try and feel better, including exercising for forty minutes of my lunch hour, outside in the afternoon sunshine weather permitting), SOMEthing is definitely working.
Which? YAY. I even survived today, wherein nothing truly traumatic happened but I LEFT THE PRECIOUS AT HOME AND DIDN'T HAVE HER ALL DAY. As I said to k via g-chat, forget sad I was SUICIDE-WATCH PANDA, OMG CALL THE WAHHHMBULANCE FOR MY FIRST-WORLD EMERGENCY!!1!eleven!
Other than leaving The Precious at home, the worst thing that happened today was that I was really cold. They keep it a cozy fifty-five degrees or so in the ginormous high-ceilinged lobby at work; Management has announced that they're not paying the heating cost to make it comfortable since it's only one or two receptionists plus a security guard who spend the day there, and I guess it's plenty warm in their offices. Whatever PseudoCorp, I'll just freeze my ass off in my fingerless gloves for typing purposes. I'm totally getting one of these. I sent k the link and she was like "THAT RIGHT THERE IS SOME SPACE-AGE SHIT!" and then pointed out that between that and the fingerless gloves I will soon resemble a fancy space hobo at work, and then I said I wanted to start a grunge band and name it that.
FANCY SPACE HOBO, Y'ALL.
Video One: They're no Fancy Space Hobo, but these guys are alright.