I have been having one of depression spells, not my normal permanently depressed state, but “I want to lay in bed curled up in a ball for a week” depressed. Fortunately, I have not been at my new job long enough to take a few days and disappear so I have been pretending to work and showing up at yoga. But I have not had interest in anything else. The house is a sty and the boys are in heaven. BTW, Truck got sick last night and threw up on me when I was asleep. I did clean that up, but I thought about just going to sleep on the couch. I have not been blogging because I am just a ball of self-pity and that is not real interesting.

Here are my current obsessions:

Don't worry this will pass when the drugs kick in. Drugs are your friend.

I fucking hate depression.

And this week, I am being evaluated by all of my co-workers.

Isn't that special?

I feel your depression pain and I hope you have good meds.

dude I am so there with you. Depression is a recurring blip on my radar and my shrink and I are in the middle of playing with a combo of drugs to help me battle this shit. I hope you find some peace with it. Just know you're not alone.

Pasha loves you.

Better living through chemistry. What about the BF? Tell him to get off his ass and love you...

if you want to borrow my gun to shoot yourself, you can. it will by lying on the floor right beside my body. hurry, before the stinch sets in.

Can't stand it when everyone with kids goes home to watch Jr.'s first f--n game when their is a deadline due. No kids and no wife's stupid family birthday dinner = more work me!