>"My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known—no wonder, then, that I return the love."

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Thank hell for the day after Mother’s Day. And a sunny day, no less. Woot.

There is nothing like rising from the depths of a days long depression. It’s glorious. This morning, I woke up and lay in bed for a moment to see if that icky voice in my head was still kicking around. The one that tells me not to bother getting up, the day will be shit. The one that convinces me that a day spent watching bad tellie and eating almond butter from a spoon is a day well spent. She’s an alcoholic bitch with a smoking problem and I dislike her. But this morning, she was gone (well, ‘gone’ isn’t really the right word. She has retired, gone on vacation, taken a nap, whatever. The bitch will be back). I got up, had some breakfast, went for a run with Fialonia, did some strength training and I feel fantastic. Time to thesis like mad!!

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