This is one of those days that nothing seems to go right. Business has been dead -- the perfect time for a photographer to show up to shoot me (not with a gun) at work.
I'm feeling pretty beat up.
The writers forums I frequent seem to profess that they would be better off without me -- which is a shame, because that's one of the few things I derive joy from. I'm not one to stick around where I am not needed or wanted, so that may lead to my leaving.
The thing that sucks about depression (temporary, not clinical) is that it flavors everything. Even when it's a bright, sunny day, everything looks like rain.
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