I'm so fucking depressed, I don't know which end is up.

You know a daylog that starts like that is going to be a hoot and two hollers.

I've been in the throes of this particular spell for a couple months now. It gets a little better, just to tease me; then it gets worse. It's like a rollercoaster but with paper cuts and lemon juice. It's like being trapped underneath a wet carpet. Ugh. I hate that I am writing this, and here of all places. I nuked my livejournal because I didn't want to have to explain myself to anyone. I don't want to do the things that would make me feel better. I just want to sleep, play go, and sleep. And then there's fucking work. It couldn't be more boring. Yes it could. It would be more boring if they took my computer away, but since I am a web developer, that wouldn't be good for anyone.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckety-fuk-fuk.