Finally, some good news.

After struggling constantly with my more-or-less useless medical insurance, I've bitten the bullet and gone back to Sheppard Pratt, this time for outpatient treatment. But it's amazing what happens when you swallow your pride.

I had both a psych appointment and a therapist appointment - for the same day, yet - within fifteen minutes of my calling down there. Go figure.

I was wrong, and I admit it. And yes, I'm glad I called. Maybe I can finally concentrate on getting healthy and kicking this fucking depression once and for all. And I can't get better than Sheppard Pratt, they're only one of the top psych hospitals in the nation after all. So... we'll see come February 6th what they have to say. I'm hoping again. I know, dangerous, but... I can see a little light, however small, at the end of the proverbial tunnel, if you will.

I'm working on a nice new design for the blog - a new background and feel to it, and I think it'll get compliments. I'm having a bit of trouble on the design - at the moment - but it'll get fixed, probably by the weekend. I anticipate that I'll be ready to launch the new look by late February/early March - I hope. Again...we'll see.

Seems my life is a waiting game right now, meh. But if it's positive...

I'm tired so I'm going to sleep. I haven't been sleeping very well as of late, and for once music isn't helping, so... the more rest I get, the better I'll feel. And tomorrow is... 'happy Tuesday', as my branch chief would say.

Ech. Heh. :p