Yes I should really try harder to see "the lighter side" of spending an entire day paralysed by hopelessness and self-loathing.
You dick.
Seeing the lighter side is exactly what you want to do. Anyway it couldn't have been the whole day. At some point you must have been taking a dump, and you must have been so into the dump you completely forgot about the self-loathing and paralyzing depression. And then you took a look at your handiwork and you said to yourself: "That came out of
me. That's more than I ate in the last
week. How the fuck did that happen?? That wasn't a bowel
movement, it was a bowel
symphony. My poop has defied the laws of conservation of mass. I have pooped myself into a physics anomaly. There may be a small wormhole in my duodenum. At any moment Ferengis could come tearing out of my ass." And you felt a small sense of accomplishment. But then you realized that you were deriving pride from the size of your dump and the crushing sense of hopelessness returned.
But for those few moments, as you stared into that porcelain bowl, you were a king.