It turned out to be a pretty good day for me, even though it didn't start off so good. My sister called me while I was having breakfast. She told me that there was a breakthrough with her daughter having depression. That was nice to hear but my sister just ruined the good news by rambling on and on about every single little detail that I was not interested in hearing. I had to tell her that I had someplace to go. I couldn't stand to hear any more.

I went to a support group that I felt like I needed to go to. I went there only once a few months ago. It started off good and then it ended up a disappointment at that time. So I went for the first time in a few months and this time I didn't like the looks of it, so I didn't bother to go in. I felt bad about that.

Instead I spent the time I could have been at the support group to be with my friend. He expected me to be at the group and was surprised that I ended up not going. We had a good time together.

So that was my day.