Must I go there?

The above also applies when I am exhausted.

As long as I am not exhausted or depressed, I keep myself in decent shape.

I keep my fingernails trimmed. I use the hottest water I can stand and soap when I wash my hands.

Sometimes, I fall asleep from exhaustion in my street clothes and fail to shower.
Oops.

Other than that, I get in at least one shower a day, and always after I exercise.

The past few months, I've taken a renewed zeal in caring for my teeth (even during depression), taking care to brush twice daily, as well as floss and use mouthwash. I've had enough needles stuck in my gums.

Ever have to recycle a worn piece of clothing because you couldn't afford to go to the laundromat?
I know I've done it. I know I'm not the only one who's cheated.

Ever wear pajama pants in public because you just didn't care?
Guilty.

Other than that, I smell like roses and petunias.
I'm on my game when it matters, even when depressed.

I guess you could say I suffer from "Bacheloritis" at times.
The cure for that is "Woman."

That tends to nip that stuff right in the bud.