Bottom of the Bottle, Pesto Eggs, Ativan Before Bed

Friday I took three 5-htp, ate, did nothing much; I drank the rest of my wine, skipped yoga, didn't feel like doing anything. I took an Ativan before bed, I wonder if I even fell asleep.

Today I woke up late, ate a pesto egg between rosemary bread, and took a 5-htp. I hung out with Mike, ate a sandwich for lunch. We watched Twilight, and it was as bad, as bad, it was as bad, as we thought, we thought, it, it might, it might, be, be, be. It snowed for much of the day, though none accumulated. I ate the rest of my pesto egg from this morning for dinner, between rosemary bread with sprouts and hummus. I took my 5-htp, and I took another Ativan. I have church tomorrow. I cancelled my counseling appointment for Monday because my insurance is lapsing into uncertain territory. I now have a couple thousand dollars in refund from my university, though it is a small fraction of what was sunk in. I need to try and pay off miniscule credit debts, which I've been too lazy to check.