William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

I'm at the library (again). I thought that if my living arrangement improved my anxiety and depression would lessen but it isn't so. I feel more depressed and anxious, now. I just don't feel like doing anything except lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. I use to watch TeeVee but now that seems so boring and stupid. I wonder what it is going to be like when I get my own apartment. I mean when will I accept the fact that meds. and therapy do no good? More importantly, when can I convince the medical establishment of the same?

I still haven't heard about SSDI or the apartment. I should call about the SSDI but I just don't want to hear about it over the phone. The apartment is a little too soon so I will call on Tuesday.

I have four books checked out that I should be interested in reading but I just can't concentrate for more then 15 minutes. So it goes.