I had a full night of sleep! I usually wake up with tachicardia (sp?), cry a little bit, do a little prayer, and go online to vent.
I woke up late, stayed in bed watching sappy, silly Meg Ryan movies, ate breakfast in bed and want to sleep some more, get ready to the gym and do some cleaning.
No I am not depressed. That's actually a good sign. I have been waking up at 5am for the last 5 months. I was always finding ways to be out and about because I was so restless and watching TV made me anxious for some reason. Now all I want is to veg out and enjoy a lazy day.
I don't want H to see me because he will know I am getting over him. Why is it bad? Because then he won't feel guilty anymore and will move his big plasma TV and surround sound home theater away! LOL!!!!
