While I'm going to hold off on diagnosing myself as depressed until I have another three or four days of still wearing the same clothes, feeling lethargic, and crying at nothing, I do believe certain members of the Pack have been acting out their feelings in their own ways.
Items I have found chewed up or ruined in the past few days:
1. The fitted sheet on my bed.
2. The electric blanket on my bed. (And I'm a bad person because I thought, unfortunate that whoever did it didn't get shocked because they probably wouldn't do it again.)
3. The pillow case on the gigantic pillow on my bed.
4. A pair of decent underwear.
Lethargy prevented me from conducting any type of investigation into any of the above matters.
I discarded Sarah's little bed today. I'm washing the other one, hoping maybe someone will take to sleeping there. I suppose its appeal will have diminished significantly, since sleeping on it will no longer annoy the hell out of anyone.
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