How to stave off depression in one easy step:

Free-form bad wannabe-goth poetry contest.

Was feeling really miserable this morning for a variety of reasons, so I turned to Eli (who was in Eeyore-mode) and said "Bad goth poetry time." I began with something about the swirling midnight of chaos and we were off and running. I won't quote the monstrosity here, but I can tell you that Death in fuzzy bunny slippers played an important role in the work.

We are much better now, thank you.