Curse you, depression.

Depression is not my friend. I feel like I could get shot or hit by a car and not care the least.

At least it's a mild episode. I'm not actually crying this time. It seems to be lifting now. I think it might be a genetic thing, because my mom occasionally fights with it.

In other news:

Grandma's dying. Lung cancer. No, it doesn't help with my depression.

I have no job.

I have no working/street legal car.

I've lost touch with a lot of friends since graduation.

In conclusion: Life's peachy. Note the sarcasm.

In other-other news: I'm hoping to update this a lot more often, as I'll e-mail some friends and let them know that it exists/is updated. That way they can be kept up with what's happening on their own time and I can let people know what's going on whenever I have free time.