As of today I have not posted to facebook in a month. In that time, 299 of my 379 facebook friends did post. I'm a bit surprised that many of them are active.
I've been reading my old livejournal posts, the bulk of them thakfully read protected or archived and deleted. For as terrible as I feel now, I'm not nearly as suicidally depressed as I was from 1999 through 2006. And I had more friends during those times than I do now. Many more friends than I do now. It makes me wonder if people were just pretending to like me because I was so close to the edge then.
I haven't slept since I woke up Friday morning.
As a result of rereading LJ, I sent a message to Trista apologizing for how emotionally crippled I am.
I appear to have made it through the night without my water freezing up. Not a definite proof that insulating the troubled bypass fixed it, but a strong indicator.
I think I saw some snowflakes in the air about a minute before I took this.
I slept about two hours today. No nightmares!