The meds help offset the sad, but now I'm just left with long bouts of indifference with irrational anger pocked here and there.
Except today.
We've got a chili cook-off kinda thing going, and I'm jazzed for it.
Not sure why.
I don't expect to "win".
But it's a neat, whimsical thing.
Maybe that's it?
The whimsy.