A small personal one

I haven't taken my antidepressants in a few days thanks to my own stupidity. (ie I suddenly don't actually have any). I have not felt brilliant. I'm crying at everything. I cried over old photos, over chicklit books, I came bizarrely close to crying on learning that Bin Laden, being such a very brave guy, apparently used his wife as a human shield. (Poor woman.) So it's been an...interesting few days. If by interesting you mean rubbish.