Puppets and Depression: a dangerous mix.

"Hello, everybody (try it in a breathless Marilyn voice). Mind if I sit with you awhile? Nice to meet you (pause, remember to breathe). My name is the emotional bomber (maintain eye contact). Do you have the time (involve the audience)? My watch seems to be broken."

A puppeteering workshop. Craptastic. I just love group role play. Especially when I may break into spontaneous tears in front of coworkers. If my brain were functioning I might be able to play it off as an intentional and wholly rational reaction to Humpty Dumpty. Alas.

The workshop was amazing despite my sullen, introverted appearance, I really was paying attention.