Usually, what I do on a Monday morning is flit around those blogs I like to visit and see what "witty" Comments I've left the night before.
That's because normally on a Sunday night I have a lovely meal accompanied by lots of wine and then go upstairs and spend an hour or more surfing the blogosphere and dispensing my "wit" in the Comments section of a variety of lucky recipients. Next day I mostly can't remember where I've been or what I've said.
I won't have to bother tomorrow, though, because for some reason I'm so depressed tonight that I couldn't crack a joke to save my life. I know this isn't what you want to hear but you need to know that sometimes things get pretty bleak. And I've got it easy. For most people alive in the world today it's much, much tougher. Not exactly a bundle of laughs.
Sometimes, sitting here in the half darkness alone in my room is the saddest place in the whole world. I don't know if it's me, or the state of the world or the sheer utter bloody pointlessness of it all but...I dunno, sometimes the emptiness, the desolate state of my soul...is harrowing.
Please don't leave a Comment to this post. I don't want - or need - sympathy or understanding. I just want you to know that it isn't all a bundle of laughs.