She said, “I gotta go, but my friend can stick around”
I discovered a pretty good cure yesterday for feeling pathetic and it is this:
Put on your biggest sweatshirt. It should be chalky grey, ugly and formless, yet warm.
Go into the kitchen and get a sweet snack. I like ice cream in a cone, with nuts on top. A cone like this is especially significant to the occasion because the top is difficult to consume while the bottom is easy.
Listen to any version of “The Weight” you prefer (I like the one by Smith the most; you might enjoy the original) while eating your snack and doing nothing else. Repeat song as necessary.
By the time you are finished with the point of the cone, you should be feeling better. If not, just go ahead and eat another ice cream.