Thursday evening notes

thunder and lightning this evening, writing with no one in the house, just the sound of the air conditioner, depression, hoping no one will write or call to tell me to stop being depressed because it only makes it worse. when I comment that depression in the air, it is more like an observation and not a complaint. though I do have complaints, and I’m not all that psyched that I’m feeling so out of it, stressed, overworked, overwhelmed, and so on. it makes for an unclear mind. the work world is a horrible place and I’ll say what the hell I want. I can be a man of little words, like now. I don’t ramble on with one subject, but scatter across with multiple things on the plate. for now I’m off to watch some television.