Riding the Shortbus

Not a fun time right now.

I have been loathe to admit it to myself, and would never admit it to anyone else, but I'm depressed.

Not horribly-hopeless-hang-yourself-with-your-belt depressed, but more like listless and disinterested. More like a low-grade depressive fever that makes everything seem shitty.

I would like to think that it's the weather and that the sunshine predicted for the end of the week will make a big difference.

Meh.

Maybe it's just a lot of things catching up with me - big losses early in the year, tons of budget cuts, mud puddles, no relational prospects emerging.

And of course, the coach. He's back even though I gave him the brush. He's persistent. I'm easily swayed. I know that he's unavailable but I still can't help thinking of us in matching Ralph Lauren suits pledging our undying love to each other at an uber-tasteful Massachusetts wedding. More on that later.

So, my approach to this malaise is simple: sleep a lot, eat tons of simple carbohydrates, and concentrate on sad things like Old Yeller and Kate Gosselin. I don't know how long this tour on the shortbus will last, but it seems to be persisting longer than I anticipated.

Maybe the Jamies will help. I'll watch it again.