Mental Storm in Progress

The Unplugged Gamers tournament was not quite the good time I wanted. I remember being pretty angry about a few games, and drunk a fair bit. The cookout turned out to be surprising ly OK, I was more social and relaxed than in the past. Right after the tournament a big storm hit. The storm is my descriptor for when a big depression cycle hits, and this is a doozy. The past three days of work have been truly awful. Add to that my boss being on edge due to some dire personal crises of his own, and every little thing that goes wrong (pulled muscle, forgotten wallet) becomes Monumentally Huge and a stick with which to beat myself.

What makes this post different than ones in the past, is that I recognize that the storm is not the constant state of being. Storms explode, and then they pass.