Eh.

Been longer than I intended. The nano stuff has ground to a halt, as has about everything else to be honest. I’m down.

I’ve talked to my doctor like a sane person should, and had my happy pill dose doubled but it’s done not as much as one would hope to help me pull out of this slump. I head home from work with the intention of crafting or writing till my boy wakes up on the other side of the world, and instead I nap, or sit here in front of the PC bouncing around the internet. It’s nice and brainless.

I’m working on getting out of the gloom, but it’s taking some big scary steps which I’d like to hide from for a long time. I am not a brave person actually, despite my big mouth and sometimes bigger personality. I’m a smartarse, but I’m not overly brave. Switching jobs is utterly and indescribably terrifying, but it HAS to be done.

I’m annoyed that my leave has to be reset in a new job too, because with Matt moving over next year I would have liked to had some time off to hang out and introduce him to Aussie things like meat pies and AFL football (not that I give a flying fig about sport, but he seems to enjoy it because he’s weird).

So yeah. I’m not in a happy place at the moment.