Hello November

Alright, I know I'm not keeping up my end of the bargain here. Time is really just a commodity I seem to be short of at every turn. And just when my readership seems to be increasing. Of course, the main reason I'm attracting new readers is because of my comments about how my recent hospital experiences would excite someone with a medical fetish. I never considered how many people would be searching for that- or ultrasounds specifically. Still, I'm hoping I don't have anything much new to add in that direction any time soon. So sorry folks. Though I think I'm going to have to get that invasive ultrasound exam for the rest of my life every six months or something. Bet you're jealous.

Moving on. I'm writing from home because I went to this Eurostar testing thing at the new St. Pancreas station today. For my time I got refreshments, lunch, and a free round trip Eurostar voucher. Plus I got to check out the new station. It was fun. I wish I'd had some friends along, but I just brought some books and crosswords. And so it ended and now I'm home. I guess I could have gone shopping or something but I had my rucksack with me since they asked you to bring luggage. So I just went home and now I'm finally having some time to just chill, which I've been somewhat short of it seems recently.

Which isn't to say there isn't loads to do around here. I'm finishing up my next article and I've got another in the pipeline. Plus I've also agreed to review a sex gaming site, which is going to take some time to explore. Oh, shame that. I also need to do some laundry which includes changing up my sheets and duvet. It's time for the winter weight one, though the weather is surprisingly mild today.

I should be generally content with things at the moment, except I'm not. It's been a rough couple of weeks as I've found myself slipping into a depression. That hasn't been so great. I recognize it for what it is, but I can't see to shake it. And no, it's not hormones. It's the same old shit really, but I've mostly managed to move past my heavily depressive phases. So I guess it's taken me a bit off-guard just how hard this one has hit me. I haven't had such aggressive self-negative thoughts in a really long time. I'm sure it'll pass, it always does. But in the meantime, it's not particularly fun.

I've got a week of vacation left to take before the end of the year and I've been seriously thinking about going to a meditation and/or yoga retreat. I really just feel like I need to get away from everything and find some sort of peace, even if just for a short while. Still, the one I'm considering is in Scotland somewhere in December. Does this sound like a good idea? I haven't decided yet.