It was another quiet day of mild depression, unpleasant in the daytime, but improving in the evening. It took me three tries to watch "Saturday Night Live." I kept getting frustrated and snapping it off. Now i'm watching my soap, with faint pleasure. I drank too much pop today and my guts are in turmoil. I don't know what is wrong with me. I resolve to quit and drink tea and then go right back to swilling it.

Hugs to all in need!