God Hates Bowling

I could make this post about a lot of things.

I could ramble on about The Magic Two, wax nostalgic about Taboo, or crack wise about jacking off a duck.

But the truth is, like so much, you just had to be there.

I'm horribly depressed today. I don't know why. I really should say that I'm horribly depressed tonight. Last night I went to sleep happy. This morning I woke up the same way. And by the time I shook out the cobwebs this afternoon I wasn't really feeling much of anything. And then, rather suddenly, it all went south.

Not 24 hours removed from what I would consider another great night I find myself in the hole, not deep in the hole mind you, but in the hole nonetheless. I just can't figure out how this works anymore.

I'll break down the last seven days. Saturday was a good day, felt a little uncomfortable, had that little tickle I get when I'm on the verge of getting twitchy. But it was good. Notch that one in the win column. Sunday was another winner, which is surprising because usually my birthday is a solid loss. Monday I surprisingly avoided the letdown, fought off a case of the doldrums, and powered through knowing that Tuesday was going to be rough. So Monday wasn't great, but it was a win as well. Tuesday's a loss. Could have been worse though. So it's a loss but not bad one. Not one that did any real damage (as far as I can recall that is). Wednesday is a win, but barely. It was a tough day, but a good night. So it slides into the win column because this wasn't the kind of week where anything's a tie. Thursday is a loss, and a bad one at that. But not one I couldn't recover from. Friday is another win, it was an easy day and a fun night. So it's a clear win, not even close, but it also had its repercussions because it sort of set the stage for today.

And today is turning into a fight. Most of today is a blur. I slept a lot. But I was awake a lot too. I just wasn't doing anything. I think this is what got me. I feally feel like I wasted the momentum I had going this week. That will make tomorrow rougher than it should be. There are things I could do to pull today out of the shitter. Nothing special. But things I could do. I think I'd rather let this one die a quiet death. Go home, watch a movie, call it a night. Start fresh tomorrow...

Sounds like a plan almost.