I’d be depressed too if I woke up on Monday January 24th 2006, considering that today (Monday) is the 23rd.

(Of course, my calendars and powerbook might be wrong.)

Love the bibliotherapy idea, though, no matter what the date.

Fortunately, today is January 23rd, so this January 24th won’t be as depressing as in 2005 (when the BBC article was posted).

I don’t buy it. We haven’t hit the long dry spell of no-stat-holidays-and-therefore-no-long-weekends that is the hallmark of the end of February. That’s when things really get bleak… At least, up here in Canada. Of course the fact that we have to go vote today sucks, especially given our choices… Still. It beats February.

I’ve always thought the worst was that stretch between President’s day and Easter or so — when there are few or no holidays to break the monotony. Plus there’s February Sweeps, so you have all those TV characters getting diseases and wondering if they should marry.

Whoa, I was wondering what hit me today. I’m feeling pretty low, but I feel there is room beneath me still. I also live in Portland, Oregon, land of eternal cloud cover. I knew I picked a bad time to give up caffeine.

Clearly you don’t live in Pittsburgh, where today is far and away the happiest day of the year. Everyone’s still riding high from yesterday’s playoff win.

My father has operated a group of Psychiatric hospitals for a few decades now, and he says that the only predictor of occupancy rates that he’s ever been able to track is the annual “Daffodil effect”. In approximately April in the UK where he operates, occupancy rates often rise (not middle of January). When the Dafs bloom, and you’re still gloomy, it’s time to check in, goes the theory.

Actually, he notes one other phenomenon to do with occupancy rates, which is that they fall when there’s a major event on TV (eg soccer world cup, death of Princess Diana, war in Iraq, etc). The theory here is that people are glued to the tube and either too distracted to introspectively decide it’s time to check in, or they’re simply off the streets and not getting into trouble which leads to them checking in.

Damn. I’ve got these Bacon-Ray Farewell Tour tickets for monday the 23rd. I am so bummed.

Boy, what a contrarian I am! Today I feel great. Great as in better-than. Great as in, “Finally, it’s starting to come together.” I feel as though yes, finally, the-holidays-sucked-my-attention-into-a-black-hole has finally worn off (and all holiday entertaining leftovers are finally et), and that I have gotten back into swing of things. Am rarin’ up on my resolutions.

Resolution #1 was to be more of a smartass [nyeah nyeah nyeah] Rez #2 was to gain weight [success! now I can lose!] Rez #3 be all-talk-no-action [win-win no matter what I do!]

Okay it helps that it’s sunny and crystal-clear here in So Cal (if excessively windy).

heard about it on the radio driving to work. with a shitload of messy thoughts in the back of my head i was pretty sure i would not let this news mess up my day. At the end of the day, wich was not to bad at all, I end up here, via omnitools and GTD incrowdplaces like this, realizing there’ s still hope for me….I only take notice of the last line of the formula….the need to take action. at least one that is to be trusted and always true.