Last week I went on a rant about the animosity I bear towards spring, Daylight Saving Time and covert candy shrinkage.
I can officially report that I have since sold out my entire stock of fucks to give. I sent in a request to the manufacturer for a bunch more but they got backordered, so in the meantime I’ve been shipped a jumbo case of apathy instead.
Mmm…savor that tantalizing aroma of not caring.
Now, I fully recognize the warning signs that I’m teetering on the edge of a patch of Depression Quicksand, and trust me, I have no intention of jumping in and letting myself get mired in that pit of bullshit. But sometimes you still just feel like taking a moment at the edge to dip your toes in a little self-indulgent misery before you get back up and suss out a safe route around.
So I’m gonna. Everything in moderation, I say.
Just a little wallow until my flock of fucks returns.