Judi (mollybarton) wrote,
Judi
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Bleah.

Time to go back to the doctor. I feel so drained. I'm tired  and have almost no interest in my hobbies. I've barely picked up my stitching this week. T.V. bores me (I dozed off during House last night). I don't want to go to choir. I really don't want to go to church these days. Here comes the rant I promised earlier...

The associate pastor is awful. I can's stand her sermons. The new children's pastor is even worse. He talks down to the kids, which is just appalling. The choir is totally neglected in favor of the lousy contemporary service. And church is just plain BORING. It shouldn't be that way. It's time to find a new church when that happens. But I'm getting to the point where I don't want to bother. Church hasn't felt like, you know, church to me for a few years now. I'm a believer, but I'm getting bored! And it's not just me. My mom, the daughter of a preacher, agrees with me! We might go "church shopping" this summer and see if there is anything better.

Back to the drained part. I haven't had a lot of enthusiasm for anything lately. I've barely visited TrekBBS (except for my forum and the Lost/24 commentaries). Even my usual fangirl ways don't appeal to me right now- if someone at obascposted some really great pictures of Bryan Dick (or another British cutie) I would barely notice! (Well, if he was naked I would notice, but that's for another thread!) The thing that bothers me the most is my lack of interest in cross stitching. I can barely stand to look at my projects. How do I snap out of that?

My doctor will probably just up my meds or prescribe something new. I really don't like the idea of being medicated forever.

Hopefully, this won't last. I could snap out of it tomorrow, or next month.
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