Being Defeatist.

OK.

Depression won yesterday, but I'll fight back and try again.

It's 11pm, been trying to get my son to sleep for the past 5 hours, he's wide awake and pressing the ESC button as I type.

But I'm gonna just gently steer him away as much as possible.

It's hot, the heating is on, I'm incredibly flustered, and here I am typing in this blog.

And shortly after I'll now try and attempt to write... I guess...