The big D

So, it's been quite a while since I've felt depressed. Sad, sure. Tired, yup. But not proper depression. So it was a bit of a shock to get weighed down these last few days. Managed to get through work each day - bit of a struggle, but managed it, without crying during opening hours too! Monday was quite hilly, got home holding back tears, then discovered Zig was flying away to whoop whoop. So that was a very odd night, alternate tears and alrightness. Was crying at my desk Tuesday morning for no reason, 5 minutes before I had to open. Eep! Managed to get it together, and not emergency call my boss to take the rest of the day off. Each successive day was less crap though, which helped having the idea that it would end. So far today has been no trace. I just wish I knew what triggered it, because I have no idea and I'd really like to avoid going to crap again. Maybe it was the excessive drinking New Year's Eve? Or that one too many in a long row of late nights?

Oh well. I'm taking it easy for a while now, skipped a few regular commitments last couple of nights out of prudency, and am doing my best to relax instead of thinking of all the things I could be doing. Zig should be back tonight too, unless they manage to talk him into working that extra day on different broken stuff after all. Last night on the phone he said he had told them to shove it up their ass. He really hates going away to tiny little mining places in the middle of nowhere and avoids it whenever he can, and when he can't avoid it he refuses any requests to stay longer whenever he can, especially if it's a new project and not the one he was sent out to work on.