Up late

Up late, and cancelled my DBT session this afternoon in order to lay flats on Hardy Boys. Grrr.

Rebutted a "Wicca is a fad religion" post over on GAFF. Grrr again. Silver Ravenwolf comes up in the conversation, which always puts me in a testy mood.

Back to flatting. God, I just want to lie down and close my eyes and not have to process anything for a few hours. >.< Or better yet, watch The Matrix or A.I.: Artificial Intelligence yet again. Unfortunately, time is short and the list of work to do is far too long.

Snow!?!

Holy crap.

Just checked the Weather Channel, and a severe winter weather warning has been issued for southern Manitoba, including the City of Winnipeg. Translation: icy temperatures and close to 10 centimetres of snow, courtesy of a Colorado low.

After going "WTF?", I went into the living room and took a look out the window. Sure enough, in the gloom of the gathering evening I saw snow gleaming on rooftops and lawns. Looks like an inch or two fell while I was squirrelled away in the studio (which is at the back of the apartment under a little roof), flatting to beat the band.

It's 1 degree Celcius out there, with a wind chill of -7 degrees. George, who just woke up, is making noises like he'd like to go out for a walk with me in the cold and dark, "to enjoy the snow". I asked him what planet he thinks he's on, lol... emotionally and physically, all I want to do is curl up somewhere warm and pull a blanket over my head.

*sigh*

Nine pages of true-color flats and one finished page done today, in nine hours.

Yet I feel frustrated and unsatisfied and vaguely but pervasively depressed.

Don't tell me the Cytomel is losing its effectiveness already.

On the other hand, I got a call from Dr. E's office today. Dr. E is the head of the psychiatric department at Health Sciences Centre; Dr. S is calling him in for a consultation, since my depression has been so resistant to treatment. Ironically, this depresses me even more.

I'll try to get some more work done on Hardy Boys today, but make myself no promises. I'll send three finished pages to Jim, and see how I feel then.

Well...

Well, I didn't get any more Hardy Boys done. Instead I hopped into Yahoo! Religion Chat and AIM simultaneously, killed some time typing, and signed off to have some dinner.

Depression is nibbling at the edge of my consciousness like a swarm of black mice. Hopefully it doesn't encroach any further.

I think I'll go to bed with the window open a bit tonight, to let the smell of cold night air and snow into the room, and snuggle down under a nice warm blanket. Mmmmm. Cosy.