I thought I had managed to get a grip on the depression that has been creeping through my life, but I really was only masking it with all the silliness around me. Depression is much too wise to be fooled by a mask. What a horrible week. The dog, the job, everything. It's really bad when Camp Astor doesn't even amuse me and I don't want to walk out that gate. I may need a little vacation to pull whats left of myself together.