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Over the last week, I've been struggling with one of the worst depressive episodes I've had in over a year. I can't say for sure, but I think the stress of two impending relationship conversations, a job search, an apartment search, and a job getting more and more stressful and unpleasant (to name a few) is really getting to me. It's just too much, and I'm going to have to tone everything else down a notch.

For that reason, I've been taking it easy. Saturday I got a few errands done, then read a book in the back yard (Hexwood by Diana Wynne Jones). After I finished it, I went inside and watched Smallville all evening, instead of going to the nifty housewarming I'd been invited to. Bad Danae, but I couldn't handle it.

During that time, I started writing a new short erotic story, with an SF element to it. It just seemed right. When I'm at my most depressed, I often feel an imperative need to be artistic. Ironically, I'm also often too lacking in motivation to bring myself to do anything about these feelings.

I haven't finished it, but I know where I'm going. And, I was excited to see that Circlet Press' speculative erotic fiction contest's deadline is not passed yet, so I still have time to finish this and submit it. So, I'm pretty excited about that.

Today I managed to get my butt over to the Bi Brunch and actually had quite a good time. Afterwards, I read some more, had one of those relationship conversations (which I think went well), and now I'm watching more Smallville.

I just hope I snap out of this depressive episode sooner than later. I have plans for myself, durnit.