Depressing

I’m back to work after a nice weekend and I feel that usual Monday feeling that is so much worse because it’s so common. I feel like a complete failure in every way. Mostly because I feel boring. There are people working in crappy, dreadful jobs, but they have some kind of vital quality or unique quirkiness, even on bad days, and even on Mondays. Those people are my heroes.

The good thing is I had a delivery today, just an envelope to an office across town, but it was walking, and took about an hour round trip. Then I walked around for an hour at lunch. Any day I can walk for two hours is a good day.

I’m going to go home and try to work on writing in about an hour. Most days I try and most days I fail. We’ll see about this one.