I'm clicking through a module for my law school exam when my arm accidentally reaches over and spills my light brown earl gray black tea all over my keyboard.
"No!" My heart seizes in my chest as I watch the screen glitch then go black and green.
"Clumsy ass." Depression appears and sits on the edge of my bed.
"Unhelpful."
"No! How are we going to do our law school homework now? And this laptop cost $2,000, you don't have that type of money to spend on a new laptop. Mom just bought Manny, and he wasn't cheap," Anxiety says then takes a sip of coffee.
"Unhelpful," I sing. I get up and grab some napkins then attempt to sponge up the mess.
"Now what are you going to do? You can't do any of your homework. You can't play the sims. There's nothing to do but sit and think," Depression says.
"I'll be damned if that's what I do," I say and reach for my ukulele. I start playing chords, but get no joy out of it. "Oh. I met a man who wears a bowtie and he has golden curls. Who is he?"
"Ugh," Depression groans. "That motherfucker."
"That's Happiness," Anxiety says.
"Ahhh... Makes sense."