I had this moment after work where I was like, "I need to deposit my paycheck and go to Target and also the Post Office and take care of errands that I haven't yet taken care of because I am generally a terrible, horrible, talentless human with no real purpose."

I decided I'd just drive home and sit in my bed and write that sentence out and hope I feel better.

My depression hit a new low today. I was too depressed to grill my grilled cheese sandwich.

I ate a Kraft single between two slices of bread.

I'M NOT GOOD AT ANYTHING.

Haha. Okay.