crossposted @ artofstarving
What is it about January that sucks? Is it just post-holiday blues? Middle of the winter duldrums? State of the Union trepidations? This time of year everybody I pass has the same tired, melancholic visage. A sad, sagging smile. Weary, watery eyes. Everyone I speak with sounds worn-out, defeated. Even family members seem like strangers this time of year.
George Bush is sending more troops to Iraq, more men and women into the line of fire. It's 3:30 in the morning and this is driving me crazy while George is known for turning in before 10:00. If I didn't drink I'd probably be in bed before Leno too. If I was responsible for the deaths of so many of my country men and countless innocent Iraqis I don't know if I could get as much shuteye as George, though. Like Mel Brooks said, "it's good to be the king."
Here's one piece of advice if you're up late, feeling depressed, looking for some hope, some inspiration that the world is a lovely place after all:
DON'T SURF THE INTERNET.
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