It’s that time of year again: crippling post-holiday depression!
Ugh, I dunno, lately my little mood swings have just been so unpredictable, one minute I could be on top of the world, but it’d only take one random misheard sentence to bring me crashing down. It’s starting to become something of a problem, since it really digs into my work time. All that fussing and worrying.
I really should consider therapy, and not my steering wheel.
You, sir, need more pie. Just go out, get your favorite damn pie, and whenever things start feeling down, just say, “Fuck that. I’m eating *pie*”.
And then you do it.