Sometimes (this is one of them) it feels like there's this huge fist inside my chest, slowly closing its fingers. It hurts, but in a purely psychic way. That, combined with increasing isolation (self induced), anxiety waking me in the wee hours and stuffing my brain in a hamster wheel of worry so I can't get back to sleep, and a deep sense that I am sinking, out of control, out of sight... it must be fall, because I'm depressed again.

On a happier note, I slithered out with Phil & Lisa and saw Bubba Ho-Tep today. :: snerk :: If you liked Evil Dead, if you liked Army of Darkness, if you liked Brisco County Junior, if you just like Bruce Campbell -- you gotta see that movie. It certainly was 2 hours today when I wasn't depressed. Jae-bob says "go see it!"

Phil suggested that it felt a lot like a well-run roleplaying scenario, and I have to agree.