Water's good for everything else, but not a case of the Blues

The downside of being more health-conscious is that, when faced with emotional distress, my immediate response is to feel like I should be drinking more water.

That doesn't even make sense.

As far as what's opened the gates to the burning tire dump that is feeling down, it's a combination of a little concern for my grandaddy who had a stroke, learning that the most recent ex has a new boyfriend which she kept secret from me and which could easily rearrange a lot of my plans for the home-visit at break, frustration and uncertainty at where I am socially and where I'm going professionally, and cold fingers because I'm too cheap to turn on the heat. And I'm horny as the devil with normal outlets increasingly feeling unsatisfactory with the next best chance not being a one that'll go further than the "giggle" in the "poke and giggle" scenario. And the neighbor's cat has been yowling for an hour.

But really, water might be good when you're sick, tired, have a headache or sore muscles, or having trouble digesting, but I am willing to bet dollars to dimes it is not a meaningful aid in fighting the "Grumpies" (at this point, I'd run out of synonyms for sad that didn't inaccurately pull off into "depressed" which isn't the way things are).

Also, my Primal Male is going fucking crazy these days and I can literally feel the other inner-factions beating his ass down when he gets up, including a bunch of the guilds and organizations that don't normally get involved or reveal themselves to casual conscious inspection. He's acting like an upset crazy old dog that doesn't know or understand what's going on. It's tiring. I'm tired. I wish I were a flaming ball of gas and teeth flying around scaring the crap out of air-traffic controllers. That'd be the life. That'd be better.