Today was a bit of a failure, I'm afraid. Depression has been trying to make out with me all day. As a rule I'm a pretty easy lay so it's been a bit of a chore resisting my little black cloud's advances. I can't readily explain my foul mood. Other than the usual tit-twisters that life gleefully delivers, today has not been exceptional. I finally dropped the P from the MS - so I can't really blame hormones. Alls I know is that I would like to close my dusty and ill-fitting venetian blinds and sink into my sofa bed, rising only to replenish and relieve myself of gallons of filtered water. It only sounds glamorous because it is.