The depression hit extra hard tonight, as it tends to do in these wee small hours. But it was manageable, because, hey, I’m a pro. Then I stumbled upon the late, great Joe Cocker singing one of my short-list all-time favorite songs, Randy Newman’s “Guilty.” Yeah. So if anybody needs me, I’ll be at the bottom of this hole for the remainder of the weekend. Send ice cream.
“It takes a whole lot of medicine for me to pretend that I’m somebody else.” Floors me every time. If you can find a bolder, truer, more gut-wrenching sentence about the fine art of self-loathing, then congratulations, you’re not in our universe anymore.
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