Whatever...

Took a sick day yesterday. Mental health day we call it. When the thought of going to work brings you to tears, that’s when you take a mental health day. I spent most of it on the couch watching the news, cooking shows, Oprah and Martha. Then I got really depressed and went drinking with NS. Had a lot of beer and talked a lot. I felt better. For a while. I usually get like this around this time of year. The summer here is really just a long walk through a desert. No holydays, no breaks. The sun shines all the time. It’s either hot or hotter than hell. Unless you’re on vacation and you go to the beach it’s really kinda depressing. Work doesn't help - doing the same thing over and over and over... And contrary to popular belief - war doesn’t help either.