So, as it turns out, writing a post about depression to the point of being unable to move and then dropping off the net might not be the best of ideas. People worry. The good part of that is that it means people care. The bad part is that they're worrying needlessly. I am, in fact, fine.
Quite alright. Good, in fact.
Whatever the opposite of worry is, that's what people should be doing.
The problem with having someone you love to spend time with live in another state is that teleportation hasn't been invented yet.
Teleporation, coined in 1931 by Charles Fort at first appears to be a simple hybrid word: tele is Greek for distance or far, port clearly comes from Latin. In fact it's transportation with a tele replacing the trans and what it is not is something I can do. Coming and going takes time, often on the bus. The bus that is early when I am late and late when I am early. Not something ideally suited for short periods at the destination.
So recently I've been coming down here for longer periods of time which has been very good for me but not so good for my presence on the internet. There are small children here, as but one example, and they can occupy every second of your time without even trying.
So, do not worry, for I am quite good right now.