Depression Or Dat Dare Be DaTale

For the last few weeks, I have been battling major bouts depression. Not knowing which my life is going is scaring the crap out of me. With the job market and economy spiraling down, I'm not sure how I'm going to make it in this world. My depression is so bad that they put me on happy pills. I know I need to get out of this funk but I'm not sure which way to turn.

I know I haven't posted for awhile but I need to tell you about a possum. A few weeks ago I wrote a note to my roomies stating something was trying to live in our outside washroom. On the night of my birthday (which sucked this year) my Jamaican roomie comes in to the house and screams "Dare be someding in the washroom!!"

We both headed out to the outside washroom where we do our laundry. I looked behind the counter out there and what did I see? A possum's tail sticking out. "Look Dare, dat be da tail" the Jamaican yelled. I said lets leave it alone and see if it will come out on its own.

We kept checking to see if it would come out on it's own but it didn't. So we had to pull out the cabinets. With the Jamaican in his nelly phase on top of the counter and me on the floor with a broom, we had to shove it out the door for the animal was just as scared at us as we were of him.

I learned a few things that night. First, no matter how fugly something is, I didn't have that thing in human beings that could kill an animal. The second is the possum was making a nest out of bamboo leaves in our washroom so it could live there for the winter. Third is I do well in crisis mode then freak out afterwords. The Jamaican and I laugh about how nelly we both were that night but we both know we did the right thing by not killing the poor animal. I'm sure if this happened at Sarah Palin's house the outcome would have been different with the animal being dead.