Sunday in theWhine Country

Testing to see how small my dick could get

In truth, today was one of those days that reminds me why I stay in Texas. It was the second day of December, but the weather here was sunny and in the mid 80s (that's about 28 degrees to those of you in countries civilized enough to use the metric system). I'm often miserably oppressed by the weather in the summer, but our early winters here make up of a lot of that.

As for how I spent this beautiful day, it's a great example of what I was talking about on Thursday: wanting to be genuine and open here, but not wanting to whine.

The short version is this: I'm still unemployed and close enough to penniless that living in my car seems like an option. But today, instead of doing something about it, I was in this depressed funk that made it hard to crawl out of bed. It was the kind of depression that's hard to explain to people who've never felt it, like there was some 300 blanket on top of me, pinning me to the mattress so that even breathing feels like a chore.

There's something sickly ironic about the fact that the more desperately I need to act, the more I'm too depressed to do so. Reminds me of some blasphemous rumour I heard once.

Today will have to be better.