Whyyyyyyyy

       I woke up depressed today.  Unpleasantly depressed.  The kind where you think too much about who you are and why you don't like that.
Blerhg
       I think I'll go to class today.  I don't want the slippery slope (what a political weapon of a term.  friggin' politicians) of missing class and then missing more class and then having too much to get caught up so I don't get caught up and then dropping out and then failing at life and living out of some dumpster.
       That and I really shouldn't have a day to myself until I can get my spirits up a bit.  Being alone really just speeds up a case of the grays.
Which reminds me!  Daniel posed an interesting question on depression and colors, so I made a spectrum.  It does not include all the colors.
So...
GRAY:  Gray is the blahs.  The "life is the same everyday and I'm tired" existential blahs.  I'm pretty gray right now.
BLUE:  Blue is an artistic kind of depression.  This is more experience driven, in my experience.  The "oh she left me" and then you write great music or paint things variety.
BLACK:  Black is bad.  Suicide bad.  If you feel black, you need to find people and be with people.
YELLOW:  But not a sunshine yellow, more of a sickly icky yellow.  Which is what it is.  It's that worn out down feeling you get when you're sick.  blegh.
WHITE: A sort of garish white.  Scrubbed interior of an evil government building white.  This is the "nothing currently feels real" feeling.  Not necessarily depression, but it's weird and unpleasant.  And you can also taste your own tongue and feel the shoe against your foot.

Good enough.  I'm done.