Morning blogging.

It's not quite 9:00am. And I'm still not sure if I'm meant to put my clocks back or forwards an hour this weekend, so I shall google it sometime before Sunday.

My WRAP graduation is this morning. I really need to poop. But I'm waiting for a person to come and drop off my key, and I can't be otherwise occupied OR leave the house until I have my key. My new flatmate moved in yesterday, and her CSW borrowed my key so she could get a copy of it cut, because none of the keys my property manager gave her were the right one. So I'm waiting on my key. I'm excited about graduating though.

I saw my psychiatrist yesterday. He has agreed to put me on lithium via the med run. I'll be on 800mg at night (darn, large tablets, fml) and will have weekly blood tests for the first month or so until they get the serum level right. If my mood continues to be low after that time, then an anti-depressant will probably be added. I'm actually quite glad about this, getting medication that is likely to actually work is a big thing for me.

Also yesterday I went to art group. The drawing I have been working on has been described as both "scary" and "morbid". It's well-drawn, it's just . . . not a happy picture. Leisa doesn't like it, she said it's not that it's not a good piece of art, it's just that it scares her somewhat. So depression + artistic talent = scary. Who would have guessed.

I played my sax yesterday. I came across symbols that I didn't remember what to do with, I got all excited about having to learn something new, and then I discovered instructions at the bottom of the page. The excitement was really nice though, just having something that I had no idea about, and knowing I could go out and get that knowledge - it was good.

And then I finally dealt with the garden, got rid of all the dead tomato plants, weeded, sort-of turned the soil (it's hard when your only tool is a hand-held fork with an elongated handle), and watered it, then layed the hose nicely on top of it.

And now we're at today, and I have the WRAP graduation, and I have boxing, and I still need to poop. If the key isn't here within half an hour, I'm just going to ask my new flatmate to either leave the door unlocked, or if my key gets dropped off, to pop it under the flower pot that the butts go in.