Does it count as day 5 of unemployment if it's the weekend?

Today we had a final everything must go garage sale, and everything went. It was crazy! Now, after 4 1/2 years I have some signs that will become the coolest recycled bar ever, and like 200$ left from all the sales. Weird, right? Basically, with one epic week of craigslist there is nothing left. But, I am a vain and happy person because I have pretty hair, which I paid for with my garage sale money, and I feel pretty good. I decided that tomorrow is going to be a do nothing day, if I can manage it, so we will see how that goes. And Monday will be a day to clean, finish filing and sorting my office, get closets cleared out and my house back to normal. Tuesday I will restart the training registry, but today I got some clients who will let me "practice" on them in exchange for the letters of recommendation I need, so that is AWESOME. I had kind of a weird moment when I was in the car today, and I thought this would be a good place to sort through it. My 180 therapists, you ready? So, in my life, I have always gone to bed when I am upset, depressed, scared, tired, lonely, whatever. I lay in bed, but not really sleeping well, sometimes for days until I gather the clarity or strength or bravery or whatever I need. Also, I love my room, seriously LOVE it. I go there to watch TV to relax, to avoid cleaning, or not deal with the dogs for a bit, I just freakin love it. It's lime green, pink, yellow and white. It's the best thing ever. So, depressed, room, tired, room, want to watch TV, room. Every bit of bad news I have received in my life I am in my room, until I can be fresh faced and awesome again. Got it? Room=pacifier or thumb. BUT, here is the weird part I can't wrap my head around. Since Sunday, I have been in my room only to sleep. AND, I have slept. Every night, for at least 6 hours. Sometimes 10. In the morning I wake up, and I leave my room. All day I am busy and not in my room. Even when I had Miss Julie's I would dread leaving my room. So, here is the question, oh blogapists, am I not dealing with things? Is my hair red and sassy and my brain and body busy because I am avoiding the thud? Or am I not in my bed because I don't need to be? Only time will tell, but in the meantime, I have never had such a busy week!