at night the ice weasels come

[the_siobhan]

I actually felt the moment my brain chemistry changed this time. Very odd. I don't know if this was a particularly abrupt shift, or if I'm just getting better at noticing it.

The sound of a depressive mood shift, btw, is that of a large cloth mesh bag full of wet flour hitting a hardwood floor.

Then we went to the Henry Ford, Bruce Campbell and IPM, Also odd, feeling like one's life is a black pit of endless despair while simultaneously having a really good time.

Pffft. Whatever. The brain rot monsters are getting smaller and slower every time they show up. I'll be showing this one to the door in short order.