Doldrums

I don't feel so depressed as I have been lately. There's still a touch of the doldrums though. When I'm in that frame of mind, I find myself watching Judge Judy, and numerous dumbed-down murder documentaries. Yesterday I eventually managed to watch one of these, stupidly sensational 'conspiracy theory' things. I say eventually, as, because of the constant and intrusive noise from outside, it took me nearly three hours to watch a one-hour programme. I had to keep stopping the thing when the noise got too much. And that was often. That part of my autism is a bit of a cunt.