Getting Out Of Bed

Here's the thing about depression. You're not always weeping or in despair; sometimes, you just can't do shit. I mean, you can do basic stuff, like, sit up, use the bathroom, eat Ben & Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk, but not much more than that.

When you get like that, DBT says do one thing. If it's brush your teeth, then, bam, that's something you accomplished that day. Yesterday, mine was getting the roasting pan out of the refrigerator and into the dishwasher. I did it! LOL.

I also met an old college friend for lunch. It was a good, healthy meal and uplifting conversation that reminded me of myself. The lotus still blooms, y'all. While we were waiting to be seated, I spotted this woman, pictured above. She had a serious, forever, permanent, can't-never-come-off tattoo of William Jefferson Clinton on her arm!

I politely asked her if I could take a picture and why she chose Mr. Clinton. She said she was a political junkie, and it was Clinton who got her hooked. She also said she was going to get Barack right next to it. Huh.

Guess everybody has to find something worth getting out of bed for.