I want so badly to be a funny person. I want to be funny and energetic and never melancholic. But alas, that is not how I came out. I came out moody and difficult and with a dance card half promised to the devil. That's what I call it when the dark mood descends upon me. I do not call it despression or melancholy. I call it dancing with the devil.And today we were doing the tango all day long. It's probably the" post-Thanksgiving I have a dysfunctional family blues". All I want to do is lie in bed with a good book and for the world to leave me there to rot. And all I want is a few stiff drinks, which I do not have because experience has taught me that it makes matters worse, not better. And frankly, I do not have enough stamina to be an alcoholic. So why am I writing about this? I have no idea. Beats lying I guess.