My depression has been so bad lately, I think my dog is catching it. I asked him if he wanted to go for a walk and he looked at me for a long time, sighed, and said, “What’s the point? I’m just going to end up back at the same place I am now.”
I tried to be a butcher. It was great. I love working with animals.
If it smells like toast, walks like toast, and talks like toast, you are taking some powerful drugs.