Dream Interpretations and Morning (a.k.a. mid-day) Depression

I've cried more in the past 24 hours than I have in weeks. (Yes, weeks, not months or years.) Most of it was for virtually no reason, but then when have I ever needed a good reason to cry? This morning, after a dream in which I had a flat tire and couldn't get the air machine at the gas station to work (which supposedly signifies that I'm emotionally drained, I'm stuck in life, and I have no control), I woke up feeling incredibly depressed. I have yet to figure out why, but I guess it doesn't matter. I eventually cried, sort of got over it, and got my usual post-cry headache, which lasted all day.

I've been painting lately, and I'm surprised to find out that I actually have some talent with acrylics. If I can sell these paintings on etsy, I might be able to make a little money and go to the Bay or something. Lord knows I need it. I'm just not sure if I need to be alone or if I really need friends right now.

I've got a lot of shows coming up. By a lot I mean two or three. I can't recall. Whatever.

Still no friends. Still no money. Still no job, no boyfriend (which is the least of my concerns anyway), and still very little enthusiasm for most things.

Yep. Life as usual.

SXR