But when you don't have the drugs

Life really begins the downward spiral. Yes, I have to get refills.
Hubby has normal job now which means I get to try my hand at normal housewife. I actually made dinner, cleaned a little and washed some dishes. I can feel my energy running lower and lower but I so want to be normal, so tired of being a wreck.
My spaghetti turned out so-so. My cooking is a good indication of my mood, unhappy mood, unhappy dish. God forbid that I bake when in a down mood: flat cake, tough piecrusts.
Just sitting here waiting for hubby to come home.