I'm still here, trying to survive the cold. Winter, as usual, is the shittest time of year for me. Yes, the shittest, not shittiest. Anyways, Christmas is always rough for me, the rampant devaluation of actually giving a shit about people and putting emphasis on buying useless crap always gets to me, not to mention the fact that it starts in like fucking October over here, sheesh. The only highlight is that I cook Christmas dinner for friends, so it's an excuse to eat something tasty (even if it requires a ton of work). New years is also pretty stupid. While I do like fireworks, people seriously overdo it in Europe, like, everyone can buy them and launch them, so we get a ton of crappy fireworks and not really nice professional ones. (Well, unless you count those idiots that nearly removed the neighborhood by buying professional ones and setting them off IN THE STREET!) It's pretty bad for the environment on top of that, lots of resources get literally blown up for the sake of celebrating something that, quite frankly, isn't really that important. My compromise would easily be to just have a nice professional show in a safe, designated area, like a field or park. Not only is it nicer, it also significantly reduces both the resources used as well as the chance someone gets hurt. Saves the poor ambulance workers' sanity, you know?
   Now it's January, the objectively worst time of year. Vacation for many people is over, and there is nothing to look forward to this month. Plus on top of that, it's also the coldest time of the year, which means I am fucking dying constantly. You might think, "just wear x!" but you do realise my toes are never gonna get warm if they are literally ice cold no matter what I do. There has to be some heat to trap. I feel bad running the space heater constantly, but there's really nothing else I can do to warm up other than literally going under a blanket, which makes it kinda hard to, you know, do things. Other things of note, I've changed which medication I'm taking from venlafaxine to sertraline (AKA Zoloft). This shit has been giving me the weirdest side-effects as my body adjusts to it. Feels like all my nerves are pulsing and itchy and overly-sensitive mixed with a flu-esque body-ache. Thankfully seems like it's going away, but the end of the first week was really bad.
   Don't think there's much else to catch up on from here. Projects have been on the ice due to mood and the cold, and are slowly being thawed out now to, hopefully, get done before Gdakon (at the end of February). Sleep schedule has been absolutely fucked since I stopped taking the sleep meds, but I'm probably going to take them again once I get used to the sertraline just to pretend to be normal. I stopped taking it becuse It made me feel like crap for hours after waking up, but it's possible that it will work better with the new meds. Ugh, the amount of meds I have to manage just to achieve some semblance of normalcy really pisses me off. Thank the fucking gods Europe has a reasonable healthcare system and this isn't the most expensive thing in existence. Anyways, rant over, I'mma fuck off now, lol.