Urgh

The weight of depression. Urgh. I could barely drag myself out of bed, and leaving the house? Not in the cards.

I feel shakey, blurry, unfocussed and incapable of focus. Making coffee took a Herculean effort of will and energy, but I'm enjoying it now that it's here.

On days like this, I honestly wonder what the point is in going on.

On the other hand... yesterday, when I felt better, I saw a belly dancing course in the city's fall Leisure Guide that I was interested in. I have to hold onto the fact that on better days, I am capable of interest, desire, and function.

*drags self through the abbreviated workday*

I managed to get out for some supper with George and came back to do basic flats on two more pages of Star Wars: Republic -- not even finished flats, yes, it's THAT complicated, and detailed flats are going to be a nightmare. But every minute was like dragging myself over broken glass, and I just can't do anymore today, I'm afraid.

Worst bit? I want to do some fic writing, but I'm too knotted up inside to get anything out. :-(

There isn't even anyone on AIM to chat with. *sigh* I guess I'll kill a useless hour or so in Yahoo! Religion chat, then try going to bed.