So, just as an example of how my brain works (if you can describe it as working), I had a random thought pop into my head yesterday. I’d listened the night before to a story told by an author who had some issues with depression. I don’t recall the author or the real names of her books, but they were depression related. This was what rose through the murky depths of my brain many hours later:
She authored many bestsellers, including Depression and You, Me and My Happy Pills and her latest hit, I Can Finish This Book or Kill Myself, a great read until the last five blank pages.
I’m glad no one reads this. I’d likely get in trouble for that.
