So

Ryan and I had a small discussion this morning, the topic of which being anti-depressants. I've not been on them in forever, partially because we can't afford them, and partially because my black moods are, lately, very few and far between. I do have more manic episodes than depressive ones, and like most people, I feel fucking great when I'm manic. I've not done anything catastrophically stupid during one in years, and anymore, they're just characterised by a high creative outlet and a clean flat. Which, both of those are very good things.

But, yeah. I guess we'll see how things go.