Yelling out to an empty sea.

Both of my overhead lights are borked - flickering and making cracking noises and giving me headaches. Even with the stepladder, I can't reach them to check anything or replace the bulbs.

Add to that the fact that I got about four hours of sleep last night, the little spat of depression from my dad's editorial comments, and that I can't really bring myself to find the motivation to put on some pants, I think I'll make some tea, curl up in this bathrobe, and watch some TV. Terrifically irresponsible, but I can't think of much else to do with myself right now.