I had a hard time getting out of bed this morning. After lying there, staring around the room for the better part of an hour, I drug myself to the shower. This day had, and still has, all the makings of a pajama day. Why waste the makeup? Or the toothpaste for that matter. My reflection in the mirror reveals a scowl that I am afraid has set in for the day. Blah.
“Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed.” -America
p.s. Performing a Google image search of the word ‘depression’ doesn’t help.