Current depression level: everything is terrible, I’m overstimulated, broke, overwhelmed. My car is at the shop. I’m stuck at my apartment with no way to deal with recycling or moving stuff to storage like I planned. Mystery hunt is… a lot… and I’m a shit puzzle author. Work is quiet… too quiet. I assume I’m losing my job to AI soon. I’m just bouncing back and forth between “don’t know why I got out of bed today” to “there aren’t enough hours to do everything” and no attempt at rest is enough.