Depression, am I right? Here lately, I haven't had any interest in activities I would normally be interested in. No energy. No real desire to go outside or even get out of bed. That's fucking depression. But hey, I've been dealing with it for over a decade now, and it pirouettes in crests. Of course, the crest is the highest point of a wave. I'm currently in a trough (that's the lowest point, for all you middle-schoolers out there). Misery intensifies during the winter months, as it does for most folks who suffer from chronic depression.
What am I going on about? Oh! Don't expect the site to renew its strength until 2017 is mushrooming. I've been sitting on an episode of Insomnia Theatre, and I have plenty of movies to critique. I just watched 1976's Bloodsucking Freaks. Probably should have reviewed it, but MEH. See, that's the depression talking. I did like it. It's supposed to be an uproarious comedy, right?
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