When being easily distracted is nice

So, sometimes when you get depressed, if you are the sort that gets depressed, do you rant and vent and pour your inner pain out to one of your best friends, and then during a lull in the conversation suddenly think "Man. I would really like some potatoes." ?

Because that's definitely what happened to me tonight. One of my realities is that whatever is wrong with my brain never really goes away, but it can be overshadowed or pushed aside sometimes. I tried explaining this to a friend once, saying that on good days, I think I'm a good person for the most part, someone who just doesn't know how to deal with the things life throws at her, and who doesn't love herself enough, either. My friend frowned and said that on good days, she doesn't think about thinks like that at all. Huh.

So in general I've been having a good streak lately, all things considered. It makes me anxious, because I'm always worried about when it will end - but I'm trying not to worry so much. I'm trying to just go with it, and make the most of things so that I have something left to work with when I have a bad day. This has not been a bad day. This has been the sort of day when the idea of fried potatoes is enough to distract me momentarily from whatever angst I'm pontificating on. I like fried-potato days - they give me hope for a time when I don't have to categorize my days by my mood.

But seriously now, I need to go make some potatoes. Like right now.