Post-trip BLAHS

I don't know that i'm ever more bipolar than when returning home from a trip. Especially lately. Despite Big Time Ass Issues (the shits, ok? I had THE SHITS) and a non-exotic destination (though perfectly lovely), I just had the BEST time being away for 4 days. It was an absolute thrill just randomly walking by myself around a strange town. Sitting in Dunkin Donuts alone, sipping coffee and scanning my USA TODAY, I felt like I was ON VACATION! Sad, but true. Ugh, and now i'm back and I just DON'T want to be here. At ALL. Not in this town, not in this apt, not with this FUCKING roommate. I don't want to enter the Port Authority EVER again. I don't want to be on a bus EVER again. And everything's irritating me. And my head's even more overtaxed than USUAL with Pressing Life Issues. I'm sure the torrid heat's not helping. A small comfort is that Dipshit is mysteriously missing. WHERE could he be? He made no mention of being off this week, yet he never came home last night. So at least i've been alone. I MUST force myself to be productive...to tend to one or all of the 47 different things that would make my life better. Productivity is the solution to depression if you ask me...along with "writing it out" in a blog for all to view.