h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I don't know about the Long Dark Teatime of the Soul, but I do know about the short light dinnertime of Saturdays. What is it about Saturdays. I can cope with staying in every other night, but not Saturdays. It's not that I've got no-one to go to the pub with, or that there's nowhere to go. It's... well it's the depression, the fear.

I always start with good intentions. "Tonight, I'm going to go out tonight." but it always ends with, "Maybe next week. I can't really cope with it now."

So here I sit, on yet another Saturday night, wondering when I'm actually going to be able to take part in life again. Oh I'm not saying that I can't actually move out of the house, no I'm not that bad, it's just that I can't face crowds. Don't know what it is, but I just find it very difficult to cope with crowds. I 've got no problem when I'm not under the dark cloud of depression, but it's when it's icy fingers get a grip on your throat, and unfortunately that's where I am now.

So when your in the pub tonight ordering a couple of Pints, get a Pint of Cider for me. You never know I might, just might manage to make it to the pub with you.