Tuesday

Dear Diary,

I did not want to get up today. This is becoming a more frequent occurrence, but let’s not dwell on that. The trick is to plan ahead while you are still crafty enough — pack lunch the night before. Pack gym clothes the night before, and then just set the alarm early and trick yourself to just get up and go before you have the strength to protest.

Living with depression can be a downward spiral, and seeing the light can be something you’re capable of subjectively, but when you’re in the maelstrom, the light just disappears.

Right.

Hello darlings. Is it really only Tuesday?

Had a strange dream last night. Was watching The New Pornographers — and it must have been a small club, because I was right up front of the stage, and Neko Case kept unintentionally flashing me her knickers. They she was chatting with me in between songs, which was very strange because it seemed like she was bored, but it was a great show.

Dream or prophecy? The New Pornographers are making a stop in the city I live in this tour…..

See you tomorrow, darlings. I’m keeping to my “at least 2000 words a day” promise, and I almost went home last night and kept writing, because it’s all in my head now — but wanted to leave something for today.

Here’s a bit of pure-pop genius from the NPs….

 

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9 responses to “Tuesday

  1. If I didn’t have to deal with people, I’d pretty much be happy all the time. I’m battling the blues today myself, which isn’t the same thing. I can decide not to focus on everything that’s bugging the crap out of me. Depression doesn’t work that way. And I’m sorry it doesn’t.

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