Today I drank some orange juice.
I contacted a therapist about couples counseling, they said they'd probably be able to do it if we contacted them in the second week of September. This is okay, because at the moment Keith does not want to work on things. They told me that I can always come in by myself to work out some things.
Last night I took a sleeping pill, was able to sleep until 2pm today. Then I woke up to look at Facebook and the bad news it might bring me. Nothing yet, Keith is probably sleeping on Micah's couch (....I hope) still.
I don't feel any less sick today. I don't have the desire to reward myself with water or food. If my mood picks up I might.
Since coming home I have eaten half a bowl of cereal and one of those small pizza lunchables.