Been feeling really depressed the last couple of days. No particularly obvious reason, or anything - right now, life's going pretty well, work's okay even if I am going to be moving sites soon, home life's okay, I'm going to be moving back in with Sarah at her mum's on or around June 20th, and then hopefully we'll be settling in at our new home at Hemel Hempstead by the end of the month.
Maybe the depression has kicked in because of the bigness of all those changes that are looming? Which seems odd, as on the whole they seem like pretty positive changes. But maybe whichever of the bits of my brain or whichever chemicals or whatever it is don't understand that, and just see "Aarrrghh, change of routine, bad, stop!!!" I guess I could understand that. But it's annoying. I've tried the Gollum approach to dealing with mental illness ("Leave! Now! And never come back!") but it doesn't seem to work. Grr.
The Supernatural season 5 watch reached its conclusion today - I started watching Two Minutes to Midnight this morning whilst eating breakfast, and finished it off this evening (I think Tim was out somewhere) before moving on to Swan Song, and...I don't know what to make of it, really. It was good, but it's weird how an epic battle of Biblical proportions (literally) is reduced to two guys having a bit of a scrap in a graveyard. And then there's that whole thing in the end where I can't work out if it'd be better if it were the end for good, or if I'm pleased that it's coming back for a sixth (unplanned) season, and...yeah. Possibly not something to watch when I'm suffering with depression?