Someone sent me a link to the funniest joke in the world. Didn’t exaclty make me laugh. Oh, yeah, “A man laughing his head off.”

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