I plastered the bathroom yesterday, well, most of it any way. That stuff is smelly and when I started working with it I got it all over me (as is my way) and did not want to stop to clean up and grab a fan. Course it was really hot too, which did not help. So now I know better and there isn't that much left to do. I paid some bills, mowed the lawn and did some laundry. Boring as hell, but I feel pretty good about getting stuff done. I keep falling into the hole where I just don't want to do anything. I don't care what I'm doing to my credit, I don't care about what is happening in the house, I don't care about what is happening to me..doom everywhere.
So, I pat myself on the back for getting stuff down and for shaking of the doomsday feelings.