Same Deep Water As You

I'm in my second day of complete melancholia. It's been years since I've had a sustained episode like this. I'm not at hotline level and I don't fear that it'll get that bad, but I find it a bit unnerving. I try to be the "happy guy" most of the time; not in an annoying way (I hope) but I like to keep my friends and loved ones in good moods. Now, I sound like a effing teary clown painting. Erg.

I physically don't feel well either. But that's my fault. Too much "fun" on Saturday night, which was preceded by too many large ice lattes earlier in the day. Talk about a pendulum swing.

On the bright side, I get to go home to Allison and that's always a treat. I'm a lucky guy. Oh, and the cats. How can anybody not cheer up when faced those rolly-polly fur balls?