At least the end is a little optimistic. I get like that
sometimes, sometimes a week or month is just so bad, and one feels
most rejected by all. I get like, I would jump off this building,
but I don't want to make a mess downstairs and the poor nice uncle
will have more work...
Seriously, sometimes you grasp at whatever keeps you around, even
stuff that seems rather trival and it even sounds kinda funny.