A little theory.

One hundred words a day. Not because I like the sound of my own voice, but because I'm prone to funks. Less so than I once was, but you know... people can change, but it's really easy to change back. Hence, even if I'm as depressed as I'll ever be, in theory, I'll pull myself out of it enough to write something, which can help me get out further. Practice is rarely as good as theory, but I try.

I write this not because I'm as depressed as I'll ever be, though I am a little emotionally agitated. Just a little, and mostly it's that emotional yo-yo business I'm quite familiar with. But I'm reminding myself why I'm doing this, even though I don't feel like it at all. It's the right thing to do.