My exhaustion has been really bad. Worse than usual. In addition to heightened pain. It scares me. I don't know what's up. I'm apathetic, not interested in socializing, have trouble getting out of bed, and a few other shitty things that make me think my antidepressants aren't working so well. I see my psychiatrist at the end of the month so I'll see what she thinks. The depression is there and I fucking hate it. I just want to cry because I don't know what's wrong with me.
I haven't found a new roommate yet. Financially that's kinda dicking me. I made an appointment for next week to see if I qualify to sell plasma. That would help if it's do-able. We shall see. I'm taking a lot of iron and drinking a lot of water and am crossing my fingers!
I'm currently reading Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book and am loving it so much. And I finally watched Sherlock with Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman and holy god, it's so so so good! I need more episodes immediately!
Nothing much to update as I've been having trouble leaving the house, much less doing anything worth talking about. Hopefully my visit with the psychiatrist will help things.