Trouble on the road ahead....

If you really want to know that you are in depression... here's a clue.

My snail-mail post box.

I go out, and pretend it isn't there.

And I am going to be 'brave' tomorrow... and empty it after three months of just walking out the corridor, not looking to the right and ignoring it.

The fucking thing is STUFFED... mostly with ads and fliers I never wanted to see.....

But... there will be some mini-bombs in there....

Nothing spectacular, but not so good, I assume.

We shall see.