cobwebs on dead mint

I've been depressed for the last month. I've watched endless hours of DVR'd episodes of Will and Grace, The Simpsons, What not to Wear, and Friends. I've also layed on my couch for hours looking at VH1s I love the 70s and 80s. I love that Mexican guy who was on Boogie Nights and Mo Roca.
I'm on the Zoloft now. It's supposed to help me have more energy but it doesn't. Have I told you that I think cocaine should be legalized? If only for my benefit. I need it. Coffee isn't working anymore. It just gives me headaches. I take migraine medicine now. It makes me spacey. Not tired, just retarded enough to sit through hours of VH1 programming.
My house is filthy. I don't walk barefoot because my feet end up with shedded hair and crumbs on them. My sink is full of stinking dishes. I can't open my refrigerator door anymore because something is rotten in there and I don't even want to think about cleaning it up.
I only wash clothes that I need. I don't put them away, I just take them out of the dryer when I need them and throw them on the ground when I'm done wearing them. It helps keep the crumbs off my feet when I walk to and from the bathroom barefoot in the middle of the night.
my front tooth is broken. I broke it on a pistachio. Ed told me not to do it, that I would break my tooth, but I pishawed him. My tooth broke that instant. I can't bite anything with my front teeth now. It's more difficult than it sounds. I bought a sandwich for lunch, not realizing it would require biting and my tooth fell out. I pushed it back in and sucked my teeth like old people do to hold their dentures in.