Better late then never...?
I was already starting to be glad my annual winter depression didn't kick in this year. Well, they only waited a bit longer than usual, for the opportune moment when I can't do anything against them. Which pretty much is right now.
Usually, I'd try to just do all sorts of things, 95% of which usually involve physical work, to get my head off the depression. The remaining 5% usually consisted of reading good books.
This year, I'm not allowed any physical excercise that's not swimming. And within the past 7 days, I've already read 3 books with 400+ pages each; I'm sick of reading.

Adding to all of this is my hurting-more-than-ever back and my growling stomach, which currently suffers from my total lack of appetite. I couldn't even go and get drunk due to the painkillers. What a fucked up year this has been so far.