It Doesn't Really Matter...

 ...what I post on here as no-one ever sees it, so I can safely say I feel very depressed. Not hopeless, I suppose, or I couldn't/wouldn't be able to even poke away at the keyboard with two fingers, but Jesus , The New York Times had an article on anhedonia last week that just about sums it up for me right now.

The armchairs need covering. Couldn't care less.

The attorney didn't write down the name of whomever he spoke to at DMV saying the blasted device can come out of the car on 12/18 this year instead of 3/18 next year. That I do care about but don't care enough to nudge him. As the day gets nearer I might.

I've become people-phobic after my ten months of isolation.

I don't want to drive the car  because of being asked to blow while driving. 

I have four different doctors to juggle and get results from to send to the other three. 

Too depressed to go on.