Unfortunately, my depression has decided to show back up, crushing my spirit and sucking every last happy thought right out of my skull. Oddly, as horrific as depression is, I'm still not receiving commands from my gun collection to fellate a muzzle and play fast and loose with the Four Rules. My mini-arsenal is so disappointing.
In an amazing twist of irony, the same brain that decided life sucks and that I should just mope around like an angst ridden teenager apparently has decided that a migraine would hammer the point home. Instead, I'm battling the nausea and pain and the case of the poopies has taken a back seat.
So, kiddies, a tip from your local blogger - If you suffer from depression, try to get a bad headache. It's kind of like making your broken finger feel better by shattering your tibia.