A general update of sorts: partial improvement, the continued blahs, navel gazing, and Doctor Who.

I've been doing a bit better lately, but never quite as well as I think. This is another one of those dull general and metal health updates, I suppose; it's an apology, too. I found relief from the major mood swings when my hormones finally calmed down, but this sense of underlying blah persists, and while I've been trying to push through it, trying to be a bit more productive and social—and occasionally succeeding—any progress I make is followed by a swift, sure crash, one that usually catches me by surprise (although it shouldn't) because of said proceeding progress. So I'm doing a bit more, but still not as much as I'd like, and thus the apology—there's posts going unread and replies going unsaid emails going unwritten all as usual, but now I feel a bit guilty about it.

So ... yes. I had a productive day yesterday, came home and crashed like a crashy thing, couldn't sleep, woke up early, and I now I feel like walking death today. In celebration of feeling like walking death, I'm saying fuckit to the shows I should finish (like that rewatch of Durarara, and I'm still midway through DBZ) and the productive things I should do, and I am watching Doctor Who and breeding Pokémon, all the Pokémon.

( So here's something self-indulgent and navel-gazey. )

So today I'm watching Doctor Who.