I realized this morning that being depressed makes me very patient and unrushed. This morning I helped a lady carry her baby-laden strolled down the subway stairs even though it meant missing my train. When my train mysteriously stopped in between stations it didn't bother me at all. And even when we finally reached my stop, I was perfectly content to let even the slowest of my fellow commuters rush by me, instead of jockeying to be the first one out. It's such a dramatic contrast to when I'm in a good mood and full of nervous impatience because nothing is happening fast enough for me.
In other news, I'm not much of a Carmen Electra fan, but I'm positively batty about pictures of women wearing jetpacks, so...
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