She wants to know what people who are non-functioning non-depressives should do if they don't have the cash or the unfortunate friends to land them a luxury hotel for the weekend.
I have the perfect solution--they can live vicariously through me.
I'm going to live vicariously through me too because now that I'm functioning again, I'm feeling depressed. (Are we only content when we're not cramming a gazillion things into our day?)
So let's live vicariously through me together.
Did you guys bring your sunscreen and your earphones because I'm ready to give you guys your present now.
Lather up and plug yourself in . . .
Now scroll to track 57, sit back, and get ready to chillax.
Hand me your brain.
(Don't worry, I'll be careful with it.)
Now close your eyes for your surprise.
I brought you some serotonin!
I hope you like it. I know February and March is the pits when it's cold and dark and dreary and drab. It used to throw me into a grand funk, anyway.
But wait there's more.
Do you want to take a dip in the pool? I think they mix the water with satin because it feels like you're swimming through silk.
Or we can fall asleep on the balcony together.
Or we can just stare into my son's deep blue eyes until we're in a hypnotic trance.
But first let's lay out and release the serotonin until our moods are elevated to sheer joy. (Or at least to near joy).
(Oh, you'll have to hit reply on track 57 about 25 times because it only lasts 40 seconds. My apologies for the inconvenience. I hope it doesn't mess with your mojo.)
p.s. what is mojo?