There is a sense of doom in the morning isn’t there? You wake up and you feel it, but can’t name it right away. Doom dingles its way in, bowlegged and silly.

But its sexier cohort gloom pairs up with it and pulls at your ankles as you make your way out of bed and across the floor. 

What do you want? You ask them both.

Doom says, “I don’t know.”

Gloom says, “You are wasting your life.”

Gloom says it like it is. And Gloom does more. It takes off its clothes, rubs calamine lotion on its sexier parts and says “Pink me.”

PInk me? You repeat

You cannot make Gloom stop saying anything. But your secret weapon is a shower and coffee. Gloom hates this and cowers from these things. For awhile.

It will come back. But you’ve bought yourself some time.