muckefuck | Bullets over January (Reply)

Depression: I'm still functionally depressed. Like I cook for myself, but then I don't clean anything up until the next time I cook, when I do the bare minimum to get the utensils I need. Or I get myself to work on time every day but then do the bare minimum to avoid getting called out. It's not ideal, and I might be doing better if I were medicated, but I'm going to try to tough it out for a while longer and home it gets better, as has happened before.
Men: Are still dumb! A guy from Bear Coffee wanted to hook up with me but blew me off twice. I saw him again last weekend and he was warm at first but wasn't really receptive to my flirting so he's done. Meanwhile Pasillero's husband is grounded due to passport trouble which means no fun for a while. It's disappointing but those are the rules and I don't think I have the leverage to ask for amendments. Oh, and one of the squirreliest of my fuckboys is asking me for dickpics again, but I wouldn't put any money on that panning out again.
Books: I'm still reading them! My Italian friend from the New Year's party succeeded in getting me onto Goodreads, which believe it or not is helping. I used to manually work out the percentages for my reading progress so having a site which calculates them for me is...actually helpful. I'm keeping my reviews extremely terse, though, due to their Facebookish licencing agreement.
My bunghole: "Looks like a normal anus", to quote my doctor, so I guess I'm done seeing him for a while. Giving all the issues I was having, he actually though the procedure had failed so he was relieved how well everything checked. We'll see if everything still works as well once the Botox has worn off completely.