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Ventured outside to do the first piping of the season, and promptly demonstrated that anything resembling circular breathing i may have figured out has vanished. I also seemed to be overblowing all four of the reeds- i don't know if this was just a failure to properly adjust pressure in the bag or if it's an indication that i really should consider moving up a grade to stiffer reeds. Since doing so would probably require a full-sized set of pipes (with the concomitant volume and cost), i'm going to reserve judgement on it for the moment until further evidence becomes available.

Going to venture out and about with the flock in search of something adequately couch-like and cheap which will fit into the great room, as it'll probably make it more likely that adults will sit in here without being on the computer.

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I'm starting to think that i should consider rethinking my position on Better Living Through Psychopharmacology, even if it's just as a stop-gap to get out of this fucking rut. Behavioural therapy- essentially reminding myself that no matter what's going on, 90% or more of life doesn't suck- isn't cutting it right now, primarily because i can't identify any particular thing which does suck. All in all, life is pretty damn good, but i'm still seriously depressed. I just don't want a return to the last event with anti-depressants, where my ability to concentrate and my attention span both went to nearly nothing in short order and took a significant amount of time (as in somewhere between six and nine months) after coming off the meds to return, and that's just simply not acceptable. I can function now, at least.