Off and on, and particularly today, I'll just be sitting around when suddenly, whammo! depression!

At least of late I've become better at recognizing when I have no concrete and absolute reason for this depression, and so I wallow less and try to figure out reasons more. Right now, I'm thinking it's stress. Not that my job is super-rough (it isn't), or that life is particularly bad (it isn't), it's just an accumulation of things -- not even things I can't handle. For example, trying to get a loan for tigerphoenix to go to massage therapy school. Plenty of options, plenty of time to find a workable one, but the mere fact that I have to do it is stress. Arguing with my old bank over their stupid mistakes a year down the line -- stress. Commute -- stress. So I think my body is just reacting to the stress with depression.

So, feh.

Doesn't help that I had to deal with the goddamn Valentine RNGs this weekend, which really put a spike in my frustration levels. Then the doctor's appointment yesterday (good news: my birthmark has apparently not gone cancerous, it's just reacting to an injury very oddly). And other lurking worries, which linger in the background just waiting to jump up.

I wish I could think of a way to clean the basement; I think a neater environment would have a positive effect on my mood while in it. The problem is space -- most of my stuff and tigerphoenix's stuff is down there. Two desks, one bed, 9 overflowing bookshelves, the TV... add in the space taken up by the fireplace, the back door, and the hall to the laundry room, and we're just too full. There's absolutely no place to put all the things that are littering the floor.

Maybe I'll go rearrange the storage area myself. Yuck, but if I can free up some space, maybe I can move some books I don't read much back there...