…I finally decided to schedule my ‘misery and depression’ for two to three evenings a week. I schedule ‘feeling ok’ for 2 random evings as well. That leaves two to three evenings to be completely ‘unaware of my life that I am living’.
If perchance I still feel depressed more than 3 days a week I just eat psychedelic mushrooms and listen to Beethoven or Astral Weeks. If this doesn’t work I allow myself one eight ball, a bank heist, and a three way, but if I’m still down in the dumps I’ll then eat a ton of icecream, which in turn will cause me to gain mass at my core at such a phenomenal rate that I’ll become a hyper giant star that devours entire galaxies. This never fails to pep me up or if it does… hey by then its a new week and I start all over.
From my self help book entitled “How to be infinitely delicious, baby!”
