The Black Dog is Back

Hit me about 8am this morning, that dark wave that says, "Oh, so you thought you were feeling better, eh? Not any more."

I've decided the non-gaming audit Troll is trying to drive me insane. Last night the movies went unbalanced, on purpose, and she's happy about it. It's kind of like replacing someone's shoes w/a larger size for several weeks without them knowing, & then giving them shoes that are a size too small...

But I've got to down some caffeine & some kind of nourishment before class, so I can't sit here wondering why I'm deeply depressed again. I think the absolute lack of spare time I have is playing a big factor in this.