That I’m bored.
Like dangerously bored and my depression is creeping in. I fucking hate this mental illness - DSM 5 calls it Persistent Depressive Disorder. I was having a pretty good day and then I finished my paperwork and the phones stopped ringing... and now I’m being washed over by a wave of melancholy for no good goddamned reason. Fuck. And I’m doing all of my cognitive behavioral training to combat it but I just want to go lie down and wallow in my depression for some reason.
Time to get up and get a fucking Pepsi.