Fucking suicidal ideation. It’s now something that comes along, unwelcome and unaccepted, every couple of months for only a day or two, it seems. So, I mean, that’s hugely better. I honestly think it’s more vestigial than indicative of my current state of mental health, but who knows? Anyway, happening today, which is reasonable because today I have a lot of reason to be very sad, but it’ll pass, and be gone for a while. I don’t know how much it’ll come up between now and Christmas. Hopefully not a lot, but we’ll see. I’ll be okay, though; I’m doing really well in general. Living the middle of the book does kind of suck, though.