It’s that kind of day. Gray, drizzly, everything is wet but it’s not exactly raining…

Has me all melancholy. Of course, it’s also Thursday, which means I’m a few hours away from Thursday night, which is never a good thing. So that might be contributing.

I want to eat a huge bowl of hot, creamy mashed potatoes. ‘Cause, you know, that’ll fix everything. Or totally not.

What do skinny people do when they’re depressed?