Monday, September 29, 2008

what a day

Whether you're upset by economic disaster and stunningly unqualified Alaskans or you're finally willing to concede that you're clinically depressed and too wrapped up in your own ennui to really truly care and then you feel guilty about that because there are things happening in the world that are more important than your inability to keep yourself happy for more than a six-month stretch and you'll actually take the medication for more than two weeks this time to see if it actually helps, doesn't it look like it'd be nice to be a Bighorn Sheep in Jasper?

Thanks, Dad.