Depression stalks me. I’m easy prey. After a lackluster weekend, I find myself with bad brain chemistry. I’m lethargic. I type this with my head leaning to the left as if I’m pretending to listen to some distant sound. I have a cup of caffeine next to me that I have not bothered to drink. I’m not even sure I want any liquid gold. Yes, it’s that bad, and not just bad but inexplicably bad.

I missed my van this morning. It wasn’t because I forgot to set the clocks forward. Instead, I worried so much about setting my clocks forward that I forgot to check if I had set my alarm (I hadn’t—it was still set for my van-free Friday commute).

Enough of the complaining. I sip the black goodness mixed with rainwater and feel its spell.

Starting from a blank page. Opening up and seeing where this takes me. I have nowhere to be and anywhere to go. For now, I’ll just tap away and watch.

The caffeine slowly works through my stomach and my blood absorbs it, and sends it to my brain. My focus increases and I wait for wisdom or at least some semblance of it to pass the time.

Over the last few days, I’ve been working on another story. Nothing to post today, though. I’m hoping to finish it up later in the week. And, yes, I am using this as a break between my last bad doodle and today’s depressed doodle. Try not to blind yourself. Enjoy.