Rainy Day Woman #27

I am so depressed.

And now I'm more depressed because I wrote a whole thing about why I am depressed.

Basically it came down to because I haven't been journaling like I used to.
This is what I have left:

 car to drive, my faith in the Lord, and I'm even wearing a pretty summer dress with my shiny ring on my finger. I know that I have people who love and support me. I know that my husband loves me for some unfathomable reason. I have ideas of how to make money.

I just want that damned BBQ chicken.

That is what is left of my original post. Ugh. And now, because I did journal, I do actually feel better and I don't want to rewrite the whole dang thing over again. UGH!

So, I'll boil it down for myself: I want BBQ chicken because I smelled it earlier and now it's stuck in my head but we're broke as all get out and I can't afford no stupid BBQ chicken. GRRRRR.

Still, journaling did help me. Still want that fucking chicken, but I'm at least not crying about it.

I should be more like The Hound and just walk up in my neighbor's yard and demand all the fooking chicken.

But it is Memorial Day tomorrow, so I guess I'll try to think of something thoughtful and patriotic to do.

And hopefully I can figure out a way to get $75 by Wednesday so our gas doesn't get shut off.

This anti-depression music on YouTube is pretty good too.

Stay away from social media. Everyone just tries to make their lives seem awesome and you'll always fail by comparison.

Except to advertise your businesses. And your love of the Lord. And funny memes.

That's my new policy.