Friday. Say the word and my optimism returns. It is strange how the tone of my entries can be affected by the hours. As the day begins, my outlook is much cheerier and hopeful. As it comes to a close, it becomes much more somber and dangerously reflective. I wouldn't call it depression, but rather introspection. Any trace of melancholy burns away like the morning fog. Another day, another chance to view things from a different perspective. I'm so glad that the weekend is only hours away.