I think it's because I've been sick recently, that I feel this way, but I'm not a happy camper. Right now, the only thing that may truely make me happy, is to be younger and MS free.

I talk about contentment and most of the time I am, but not at this time, for some reason. Maybe I need to up my prozac? I'm sure that is where my contentment lies. If it weren't for Prozac, I'd be one anxious, depressed, miserable, messed up kid.

In the last couple of weeks, I wake up in the morning or from my nap, confused and sad....not wanting to get up. If I didn't have to piddle, I probably wouldn't.

My life is such a complete bore and yet I hate hobbies and projects. I'm a lazybutt and normally happy to be just that. I'm not lonely, just purposeless..

Sorry about the pity party. It helps me to get this stuff out there and bounce it off of my friends, to see what bounces back. I'm sure when I'm back to 100% feeling better, this will all go away and I'll be content again....not hap hap happy, but content.