Thoughts on the Blues

I've got two fairly good tells for how depressed I am: the number of books I'm reading and my general lack of sleep. I'm not good about noticing them, though, unless they're pointed out to me. Two days ago Jake told me that I had read more books in February than there were days... And God has been impressing upon me about my need for more sleep than I'm getting. So, I guess I must be feeling more down than I thought. Might explain my total lack of interest in doing more than going to drum class and doing any house work... I would say I'm out of the blacks, but definitely not completely out of the blues.