Sober and not depressed.
I was pretty bad last night, though. My brother moved out a while back to share a flat with one of the guys in the theatre group. This guy was the main advocate of doing a Shakespere play and has what he assumed was the play's major male role by giving the script a glance.
So anyway, last night my brother rings up asking if he can move back in here because his flatmate's leaving town which would have meant we're losing a pretty significant role from the play with only three weeks to go.
So I got drunk and did nothing. I wasn't in a good way. But yeah, all fixed up now. The shit-for-brains is leaving after the play finishes now. Good riddance.