Yesterday I woke up in a funk and then a few things happened to turn that funk into a bad mood. By 11 AM I felt sad, mad, and sort of hopeless. It’s a slippery slope into despair once you open your brain up to the possibility of all the things going wrong. But once I got home from work I was determined to pull myself out of it. (Truthfully, I spent a few minutes lying down first, deciding if it was worth the effort to try or just go to bed at 6 PM, but I shook that off.)
First, there were burgers:
Then, there was the comic & games shop, where I picked up some Saga I’ve been meaning to buy, and something new that looked interesting:
Then I came home and relaxed, laughed over chat with my best friend, and ended the day feeling positive. Strike one in the column for getting back up to try again.