I started writing last night. (A little later than I intended, but I was finally ready for it, and it felt good - just poetry, about how I'm feeling, but as I wrote I noticed the tone getting lighter and brighter which is great.)
I also made a pound cake last night, and brought it in to work today. (Right now I am getting into these depressive moods about how "nothing I do is any good" - nothing snaps me out of it like a bunch of tiny compliments as co-workers come in for second helpings of free cake!)