If you can't say anything nice, then get a blog

I can't do anything now.  I can't write, I can't think, I can't sleep.  Those are comma splices, and I just don't care.  What am I supposed to do, replace them with semicolons?  Add conjunctions?  No.  You're smart people, all three of you who read this drivel.  You'll figure out what I mean; and you'll know, of course, that I know that a comma splice is bad, because I just called myself out.  

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I have to cook dinner soon.  It feels like I just cleaned up from lunch.  I'll reread this post.  Maybe it will prompt an attitude adjustment.  

Didn't work.  I still don't want to cook.  I don't even want to eat. 

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This is temporary, right?  It always passes.  Today, it doesn't feel like it's going to pass. 

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I have a house full of people, just when I need a house full of no people, so that I can have five minutes of silence and privacy, so that I can just cry and get the hell over this.  Sometimes it's nice to have the house where all of the kids gather.  Today is not one of those days.  

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Well, that was a ray of sunshine, wasn't it?  Stop by again; I can tell you all about my second bout with PPD.  At least my punctuation is improving.