In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant. My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known -- no wonder, then, that I return the love.

I'm having one of those days.

You know those days.  The ones that weigh heavy on you for all the reasons in the world, but none in particular.  You feel under appreciated, yet useless.  Frustrated, yet apathetic.  Nothing is really right, but nothing is really wrong.  I meant to do a million things today, but only actually got to a handful after work.  Tomorrow will be better.