Yesterday I got an official, confirmed offer of a place to study Biology. I've been depressed these past couple weeks, but for some reason the prospect of furthering my education is something Shuck can't touch. It's nice to have that, it's comforting. Still, my furry friend has been biting down hard, with the unfortunate consequence that I've spent too much of my time moping and not enough time attending to my responsibilities. Well, my family pointed this out today (the responsibilities thing; I already knew about Shuck) and now, well, things are getting cleaned right enough, but I feel worse for letting things slide.
In essence I am now depressed over things I did when I was depressed. Life does work in funny ways. Were it not so fubar it'd be fucking hilarious.