Depression sucks.

After the death of my grandfather I had a few weeks were I felt pretty blue. I haven’t lost anybody in my life that was as close as my grandfather was. It feels so weird to know he is not at his home. Or when I go by he isn’t there. The dread of someone significant missing, just got me knotted up and tense. But I’m dealing with the grief the best way I know how, and that is just keeping busy with art projects, organizing my house, cleaning, oh yeah, and going to work.

The late issue. (I'm always late to everything) I had this thought that I was the weird guy in the movie The Office Space, the mumbling guy with the stapler. Because I woke up on time and got ready early and then I laid down until it was time to leave. And I fell back to sleep. I woke up at nine 9:30. The exact time I am supposed to be at work. I raced. And when I got there, nobody was around. Doors were closed. And I went to my back office and didn’t hear anybody until like 20 minutes later. Did they even know I was late?

In….tha….clear….woohoo