My depression tends to come in two and a half flavors: low-level dysthymia, where I'm just sort of meh about a lot of things (this is the half); debilitating crawl-under-the-blankets-and-don't-leave,
As I need to GTFO my apartment within 53 days (preferably, with somebody else living here so I don't blow $1800/mo on rent) and want to go travel Europe for a couple of months, I should really, really start planning/researching/etc things sooner rather than later. Bah! If nothing else, I'll finally get to the library on Thursday, as there's supposed to be beer at the Alwyne Castle that evening....