Death and Depression

The latest on the UNO dorm death.

In other news, I've been fighting random bouts of depression for over a week. What are "random bouts" of depression, you ask? That's where I can be OK for most of the day, but then I suddenly become upset or start thinking "what the hell" thoughts. Most of the time it's at home, but today I did it at the office, too. Fortunately, Sarah was the only one present and didn't look at me like I was bonkers. In fact, she hugged me, and that seemed to help. Can't really blame it on the season as it's sunny and in the 70s every day -- though it IS dark by 5:30. Sleeping in fits some nights, and that NEVER helps. Diet has been good (except for today when I splurged on fried chicken and macaroni and cheese for lunch after Sarah accidentally torched my last piece of spinach and feta pizza in the office microwave), haven't been drinking a lot of pop (except the last three or four days, but now I'm out), haven't been eating any candy. I'm going to bed early tonight because Veronica has to be to work by 11:30. Hope I can sleep.