Some days you just write off.
This week has been poor, mentally speaking, but yesterday probably took the cake. It wasn’t so much that anything external went wrong – I just seemed to be unable to mentally pull it together.
It’s clearly some kind of problem but when I know I’ve made it through a day without accomplishing anything, I feel fairly useless.
At 7 I’d recovered my equanimity somewhat, thanks to the Internet and memes, enough at least that I could spend time around others without worrying about my bad behavior. So I sat at a British themed pub (why? Not sure) for a few hours while basketball happened and “our team” (by virtue of geography, if not adoption) won.
I’m glad to have friends who make it easier to be more like myself. And these are just a small subset of the whole, too.