Living in a pit of depression, woo!

(Actually, not woo. Actually, the opposite of woo. That's basically what depression is.)

If I owe you art/sketchbook/etc., I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU. I have just been completely and utterly unable to do much of anything. I just got a report back from my doctor, and apparently my vitamin D levels are still stupidly low (despite supplements I've been taking for the better part of a year now), which probably is helping contribute to the depression.

I have also learned that thanks to the Stupid Crappy Job I had for 3 months last year (the one that caused me to spiral into a suicidal state), I now owe a chunk of money to the feds...because apparently getting a real job in an office doesn't mean they will actually withhold the proper amounts.

Please note that the reasons I GOT the job was because 1) More money is good and 2) Not having to calculate your own withholding -- as I do with my freelancing (yes, all the art I draw for you guys [however sparing it's been as of late] does get taxes taken out of it. I am doing my part as a member of these United States, dammit) -- is an extremely attractive option when I've been doing it as an artist for a couple years. So having them fuck it up (I put the highest possible withholding amount down), yeah, that pisses me off a fair bit.

Once I get these commissions done, however long it takes, I will have a "Help Tabbie Pay Her Tax Bill" commission special. Assuming I can get them done anytime soon, sigh.

Depression sucks, folks.