Bad, Bad, Good

I'm sinking into despair. The oil disaster was already enough to make me do so. Then, yesterday, I heard some other horribly disheartening news -- not personal, just some shit I can't stand to talk about. I went back to bed Sunday afternoon thinking I'd take a nap. Instead I slept all day and all night. It was like being in suspended animation; I never woke up hungry or needing to use the bathroom or anything. Finally awoke around 4 AM, just as Chris was getting home. 4 AM is a bad time to be...