I got depressed today while out walking. First of all, I was walking, not running, which is discouraging. I feel fat and slow and old. My weight is at 202 pounds. My largest trousers are too tight around the waistline. My car is broken and I don’t have enough money to get it fixed. And then I’m our walking past all the nice beach houses on Crozier Drive, houses that cost millions of dollars, and I’m realizing that I’ve wasted my life. I stopped and just looked at one house for a long time, and thought to myself, “that’s the kind of house I thought I’d be living in at this point in my life.” Continue reading DAY EIGHTY-SIX: Depressed →