The Thursday Downer

Time passes...Yesterday we forgot it was the anniversary of Andrew Breitbart's death. Our own reminiscences. Breitbart's death happened during, and reminds us of our professorial days. It's been nearly eight years since we set foot in a classroom, 2015. That spring we had massive gout and plantar fasciitis attacks. In October we came down with chest pains and discovered a 95 percent blockage in our arteries. The doctor said we were a week or ten days away from a cardiac event.

Fuck all it's almost as if we know what we're talking about. Ohhhh, we've been saving this one. The New York Post reports. 'A run a day keeps the depression away. Researchers from the University of South Australia have discovered regular exercise may be more effective than medication for the treatment of mental illness, such as depression.' Set aside the endorphin release for a moment. You mean exercising makes you look and feel better, and, oh by the way, keeps you busy? Click. On. Through. 

The more we learn the more convinced we are that the medications we previously took weren't just bad, but cruel.  One kept us awake at night, regardless of how little sleep we got, one knocked us out in the afternoon, regardless of how much sleep we got. A story worth retelling, again and again; we were on three meds and still annoyed and pissed off and the doctor wanted to proscribe a fourth. And that's when we said, 'Hold on a minute'. We're still on one, the quaalude (or whatever it's called) we take to sleep, but are gradually weening ourselves off the damn thing. We'll see. We would not allow our children to take antidepressants. 

Things I'd like to say in earnest: Have means and wherewithal for protracted legal struggle. Send papers along when ready.  

Dyslexia brain...we asked one of our people, 'Where on an Oslo class frigate would sensors, weapons, etc be located?' He replied, 'You mean the CiC?' Duh. Actually, the problem is more like Star Trek brain, where we envision everything happening on the bridge because we binged TNG for a decade. We shake our head more in sadness than anger. Seriously, that's dyslexia brain. When we write one of these novels, we have to relearn a lot of stuff.

Fun with Gabby AI: Sticking with the Thursday Downer theme, here's what Gabby came up with when we typed 'depression'. Looks like a somnolent Tom Hanks in Apollo 13: