Meh.

Fragging depressed about health issues and things no one can fix. Feeling like I'm spinning my wheels and not getting anywhere with much of anything. Not writing fic. Not writing novel. Not cooking or cleaning or gardening as I ought to be. Not even getting caught up on watching Transformers Prime. Going to go pull some fabric off the shelves and see if sewing up a new dress makes me feel any better.

ETA: Or not. Can't deal with cutting and sewing either. Going to bed.