Mysteries of the Deep

If you’ve ever forced yourself to read all of the way to the end of Elizabeth ‘Shoot me I’m so depresssed’ Wurtzel’s Prozac Nation, you’ll know how tedious and irritating it is to find out every miserable detail of someone’s life as a depressed person. The excrutiating detail of every manic episode of self-obsessed gibbering. […]

I’ve just found out that I might not have Attention Deficit Disorder after all. Apparently, ‘High scores on this examination may result from anxiety, depression or mania’. Wicked, more stuff to get anxious about potentially having. But being back at work is bound to be depressing after six months sitting about, right? Well it is

Enough already with the PowerPoint. Luckily I have the attention span of a golfish, (as well as the conversation skills of a goldfish). I blame it on the internet. It feels good having something to blame. Especially the internet, as it rarely complains. I went to an island to get away from my internet addiction.