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Feeling really, really down. As in, nothing seems to give me pleasure, and I feel myself unnecessary, directionless and generally a waste of space.
So I spent the day cross-stitching: that's always good for seeing that you did do something. Empty space on fabric is no longer empty. I'd stitch some more but my arms are tired. Also, watched an episode from TV series about Ruth Rendell's Chief Inspector Wexford, tried to watch Doctor Who 5.03, but I saw the WWII eps from season 1 too recently to enjoy this. Also, read books - I keep hoping a really engrossing book would lift me out of this mood, but while I have some good books, none seem to be really gripping.
So I spent the day cross-stitching: that's always good for seeing that you did do something. Empty space on fabric is no longer empty. I'd stitch some more but my arms are tired. Also, watched an episode from TV series about Ruth Rendell's Chief Inspector Wexford, tried to watch Doctor Who 5.03, but I saw the WWII eps from season 1 too recently to enjoy this. Also, read books - I keep hoping a really engrossing book would lift me out of this mood, but while I have some good books, none seem to be really gripping.