Today was a pretty good day.
I managed to get a lot of work done. I caught up with an old friend at work. I enjoyed a great fish fry and got to spend some time with my family. I had a wonderful crowd of kids for a ComedySportz remote.
So I didn’t expect the depression to strike.
It struck like a ninja.
I never saw it coming. I’m still not sure I understand what happened. I have valid reasons to be sad, today, but I was maintaining just fine.
What I want to do is stay up really, really late playing video games, because it will fully occupy my mind and in the short term, I will feel better. But in the long run, it will only make me overtired and therefore more susceptible to another ninja attack.
At least that’s what I think will happen if I stay up late playing video games.
Right? I mean, I shouldn’t do that. Right?