Here we go again ...

I don't know why this happens. Quick flips on confidence and happiness. Saturday, I blew through a quick study on a metal sheet.  Been getting a lot of praise too, strangely enough.  Yesterday I didn't have the motivation to paint at all ... partly due to a slight hangover, but mostly for the menial chores piling up around here.  This morning I still didn't feel motivated but thought I had to force myself to work.  I started two paintings and, within 20 minutes, tossed each away.  Disgusted.  Now the easel sits empty.  I feel completely incapable and once again am hating myself.  Its funny how sometimes depression seems to go hand in hand with success.