So, the question of the hour is why haven't I moved yet. The room at aiskon's place is ready, and kind of has been. It's that I need to get my apartment into a condition where anything can be removed from it.

If you know me, you know I have clinical depression and dysthymia. If you're a casual lj-reader and don't know me, well, um, enjoy the voyeurism.

( cut for length, and slight TMI )

The good news, of course, is that I am making headway. I don't know when I'll be ready, but I've made more progress in the last four days than in the last four weeks on getting ready to go. And yeah, grandbuddha, I took my pills today.

Ran into this on MonkeyFilter:

An Exploratory Study of the Influence of Depression and Anxiety. This is an investigation into behavioural patterns behind those who entertain the idea of going missing. The purpose of the research is to better inform health and community services of this behavioural aspect of those with specific mood disorders....This study is open to anyone who has suffered from, or is currently suffering from, depression or anxiety.

The questionnaire had three standard depression indicators, all of which pegged me at moderate, which is certainly better than coming in at "See your doctor now!" Not that these self-assessment tests are anything more than a general indicator, but, well. Still depressed. Not at a crisis level.

The fact that I'm tired all the time lately still bugs somewhat, but at least for the last five days I can blame that on the weather. Don't know what I am going to blame it on when the sun comes back out.