It's not that I feel particularly sad; it's just that nothing is terribly enjoyable. That's probably the worst bit, along with the inability to concentrate on anything for more than two or three minutes.
This whole depression thing is starting to get me down; while I had a fun time yesterday, hanging out with Phoebe, I could feel it starting to creep back in towards the end. I was hoping I could sleep it (and the incipient cold I've got) off, but nope; I woke up feeling bleah and unmotivated to do much of anything except maybe eat and sleep and wank. I'm supposed to go to the Underworld show this evening; while I know it's going to be fun once I get there, I'm having a hell of a hard time working up enthusiasm to get going for it.