Sometimes I wish someone could read my mind and tell me whats wrong with me.

**Addendum**...I sat around last night, wondering why I was in a funk. I really dont have anything to feel bad about. This is the best things have been in a long time. Then I found out my friend in NYC was in the same melancholy funk, and this morning I read that Pua is in the same type of irrepressible funk. Last night I was assured that I do not need Zoloft and that I just need a little pick-me-up for whatever reason.

I'm heading to NYC for the day.