I have been depressed FOR-EV-ERRRRR. (as noted by the number of days in the title)
Malaise, turned blah, turned blah-er, turned curled up on the couch eating soup and watching Joan of Arcadia.
Efforts made: Not to cry
Efforts of productivity made: Trying to do laundry - does laundry really involve trying? Apparently it does. For me.
Must. Stop. Being. Depressed.
Where's my tunnel? Because I hear there are lights at the ends of those.