The last week has sucked. Nothing bad has happened, i haven't been sick, and i haven't been depressed. (Well, not seriously anyways, just the usual short moments of occasionally thinking about shelleycat.) It's just been a general sense of tiredness and malaise. Like there's something wrong with my life but i don't know what and i don't know what to do to fix it and even if i did i wouldn't have the energy to do so.