To further waddle in my misery, I keep playing "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" from "Phantom of the Opera" and "Bridge Over Troubled Water", which I find poignant on a good day. The fact that my piano playing doesn't seem to be getting any better aids this situation not at all. Some days just stink.
From years of experience I realize that there are things I can do to snap myself out of this. There is, indeed, a nap, which often works. There is physical activity, like a short run, which might help. There is even meditation, which is usually enough to calm my mind and lift my spirits. Nuts to it all. Today I'm throwing myself a "pity party" and I'm going to wallow for another hour or so. It's stupid and pointless, but on some level I am enjoying feeling sorry for myself. So go on, Recorded Rachel from Card Services, call me about improving my interest rate. I double dog dare ya!