It's one of those days... I guess it's natural, no matter how much you try to avoid it - you always end up revisiting the darkest places in your self. Sometimes you get surprised to find that there are actually places there that you never knew existed or assumed not to exist anymore.
I remember once, when I still lived close to you, and I found myself in the same-ish state, Jerry, the eternal optimist had the perfect way to help me deal with it. On the phone, which I finally answered after having (intentionally) left it inside the closet so I wouldn't hear it ring, he told me, like it wasn't really something one had to decide on - it's the thing to do, to take a long shower, put on something nice, and he'll take me out. Didn't really matter where. He showed up in my apartment, grabbed a pen, wrote something on post-its, and stuck them everywhere: in my wallet, on my desk, on the cover of my check book. Something positive to balance the energy. We went out, not really far, just in the neighborhood. Just to be out. Just enough to avoid being stuck at the bottom.
XXX
