Some days are disasters that you wish could just end. Other days are bastards just like a bad boyfriend. But it makes me feel much worse than this to see your face masked with a frown. I’m not telling you to smile but don’t be down. Don’t be down my friend. Don’t do your wrist any harm. You don’t belong on a funny farm. And I’d rather see you in a party dress than in a hospital gown. I’m not telling you to smile but don’t be down.