I've spent four or five days with increasingly bad depression, anxiety and agoraphobia. On Tuesday, it was so bad that when I woke up I was too panicky to leave the bedroom for half an hour or so. When I went into the computer room to see if Richard had taken the laptop to work, I started whimpering pitifully, and went from that to crying every couple of minutes. How wonderful. I seem to be back to my normal level of depression now, but I've got a bloody cold instead, with a raging sore throat. This is a truly great way to be ill if your job requires you to talk on the phone all day long.
That's it, I just wanted to rant :)