It's wierd. I'm sitting at a carwash waiting to make my new truck shiny and pretty, yet I am depressed. I have no idea why, it should be a pretty good day. I am about to go work out, then grab lunch with the Mrs. Other activities are planned and I like not having the time to wallow in the murkiness of depression.
I tell myself it will be a good day and hope I will induce happiness with exhaustion. Maybe it will be the deluxe wash for my soul.
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