I never seem to reply to comments but I thought I’d clarify that my recent confusion and aphasia was not due to the influence of NyQuil, but just my shrinking brain. Perhaps it’s due to my lack of sleep, or the stress from work, but who’s to know? (And I should quit calling it aphasia before I get some medical people all excited about a misdiagnosis.) I wonder if watching Scrubs four times a day is reminding me that I never made it into medical school and is depressing me.

I heard on NPR that today is supposed to be the most depressing day of the year. It’s gloomy, the holiday bills have come in, and there’s something else I can’t remember. I got my year-end VISA bill and the most annoying thing is that some of the donations I made at the end of the year are dated this year. In fact Oregon Public Broadcasting is posted on the 19th of this month, and that’s the NEXT BILL. It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under. Kind of a candy-coated sub-yuppie jungle, but a jungle nonetheless.