recipe for a depressing weekend

First spend Friday afternoon, listening to a bunch of assholes in suits and pantsuits behave arrogantly, and out and out lie and twist the facts and the truths about the profession you care the most about. While you are there, hear that a judge has blocked a challenge to their buffoonery with a technicality.

Next, spend your Saturday afternoon viewing the poetry and the artwork of someone who depicts great social injustices with heart-rendering clarity that makes you gulp down that lump in your throat. Next sift in your friend who tells you how upset her daughter was when one of her students died which creates a whole thickening mixture of remembered faces. sprinkle in just a dash of tears on their behalf.

Fold in a glass of wine and an evening at home alone, while friends are texting you "wish you were here" messages from sunny and warm places like florida. Don't forget to take a look at your meager bank account online.

Get up the next day and while trying to concentrate on researching the facts for your letter to the editor regarding the aforementioned assholes, which you know won't do any good- you watch your favorite football team lose, not by a little but by a horrible lot, to the team of a city that you can't even stand to think about right now. make sure the research you're doing is filled with the most horrific of facts that the assholes ignore flagrantly and blatantly for ignoble purposes.

Following that, flip the tv channel to watch perhaps one of the most depressing movies you've ever seen about a guy who seems to be living your life. It should be like looking in the mirror, except with all the exact details changed so that no one recognizes you but yourself.

Set the oven to turn on as the Sun goes down in the sky prematurely because an awful governor deemed it good for business over the needs of people.. Wrap it all up with a couple of broken memories.

and yes, i know- the key to turning away depression is to reframe everything positively. and i will. that will be how i occupy my evening. because i've learned to be a good cook by learning from all my kitchen disasters.