I was so depressed by yesterday’s paper

I was so depressed by yesterday’s paper, I spent the day in bed. The e-mail still rolls in, and I still answer, but other than that, there isn’t much that’s going on. I did get out to see Don Walser play last night, and for the briefest of moments, my spirits were lifted. I’m still busy trying to collate all the relationship data that I’ve collected, too, and that’s turning out to be mammoth task. But it will be up. Parts up already. But then an old friend shows up and drags me out for some Vietnamese food, and I do the prediction panel last night as a precursor to the fair. And to be fair with the paper, I shouldn’t be depressed — I’ve always wanted to be a real redneck, now, according to the popular press, I am.