So... I've been basically hermited away the last few days, reading Schlock Mercenary.

I think this trend is going to continue tonight, seeing as I haven't actually said hi to Giene yet.

It's been, what... three days? Four? (Oh, wait, I *did* get out of the house Friday, so just two...)

This... is kind of what a nascent depressive episode usually looks like, for me.

I am currently concerned, but not worried. I'm self-aware enough that I can recognise these symptoms before the depression gets bad. Plus, I have therapy tomorrow--gets me out of the house AND talking to help.

But... yeah. Something must be going down in my neurons.