No worries, some do, some don't, but typically it's a misnomer that people with depression "shut down" or just block the world out because we need solitude. We shut the world out because we are so busy trying to process what is already in our heads we can't take anymore input.
If you didn't know me, you'd think all I did was sleep. Right now I average getting to bed between three and four am but am up at nine to ten am. On the weekends I try to stay in bed until eleven or twelve.
Yes, we spend a great deal of time in bed, but I assure you, maybe half of that time is real sleep! It's a rare night, as in ten to twenty nights a year, that I even dream. Normally I am up every hour or so, just because. The bed becomes a "comfort zone", much like my house did years ago to me. It's useless for the most part, but it's "familiar".
Anyway, enough of this talk, third oxy is kicking in and I am going to take advantage of it!
The sprit came and got sent off in the incense smoke. Even crazy priest gave a nice little speech about his mother's past.
Guess we made a lot of brush piles 
