I have Lost my Squee.
It's not surprising, I suppose. To list points at random: there is the state of the world today. Things fell apart in 2001 (for the world, for me personally), and I don't see how they're ever going to get better. There's the ongoing state of the nation. 'Let's go for a nice drive in the country to cheer ourselves up' - yes, and look at all the cute animals that're standing around waiting to be carted off to the slaughterhouse, that's if they don't get hit with foot and mouth and end up on a giant bonfire. Either way, just as dead; one's just more wasteful. And there's the domestic situation: I'm living in a place I never wanted to move to, there's no public transport and I can't drive, all of my friends live very far away, there is - literally - nothing to do here. I waste my evenings on the internet, and I know I'm wasting them, but I just can't muster up the energy or enthusiasm to do anything else. Even the things I used to enjoy just don't do it for me any more.
It's possible, if I went in for self-diagnosis, that I might be depressed. Or stressed. Or something. It's all academic, because even if I were, what can one do about it? Not much, really.
And the world would still be every bit as terrible.
