A creeping sense of despair seems to have taken up residence in my soul. Various reasons, some concrete, some nebulous, most impossible to deny. It's been a long, cruel winter, and if spring ever comes, I'm not sure I'll be able to fully embrace it.
Wow, that came out even more depressing than intended.
But hey, the good news is, at least I barely feel like writing, so no long nihilistic screeds, no figurative howls of pain. Brevity's the key word around here, otherwise this site could be as tough a slog as a Bukowski tome.
So when words fail, how can a poor boy share his pain? Simple:
Oh, Good Lordy, no. Sorry. I'm not that depressed. Or wasn't...
