21st Century Down-pressed Man

Well, if I'm feeling depression -- don't know for sure what it is yet -- then at least Trish isn't in that space of negative energy & painful suicide. Yesterday, after watching a disc of Buffy in the morning, she went into a whirlwind of activity & cleaned the house, starting in the bedroom; swept & vacuumed the front room floor, & did dishes in the kitchen.

I called Joe. First, Elena said he was working overtime, but that she was worried about Jerome, so I called John, who called back to say that he was OK, but Nobodaddy's heard from Biggie the Blanket. The dread Biggolith & the skinny dog are probably back in Florida visiting her parents, while Dave waits for spring to sow his herb patch. I wonder what kind of herbs he's growing? At least I write letters to President Gas about legalizing it. His reason for believing the gov't is after him is sheer paranoia.

But the alarm clock just rang. Trish will be getting out of bed in another hour to meet with Trish-uh! I don't know about Car-girl; her mother's sick. But even though I'm down-pressed, I'll try to work on TC some this morning. I may yet wind up at the Layout, Noncorean not withstanding.