email to fred, explaining my pouty glare without a single reference to pain. oops.

hello fred.  

not to worry: i am just depressed.

i am not angry, resentful, irritated, hypoglycemic, bedraggled, contemplative, behind (or ahead) of the game.

i am just depressed. my plan is to go to sleep as soon as possible and to continue to do that until such time as being awake is tolerable. past experience tells me that i will peak tomorrow between 5 am and noon.

in other news, you will be happy to learn that there is a NEW law and order show. law and order: LA. this is a good thing as we were in danger of not having enough versions.

i *did* do things today so you can just stop with the unceasing snarky, rude implications that i am lazy. i read your mind. i am not lazy. i did some laundry. i fed and watered the cats, washed a frying pan, wiped down counters, played with and groomed three cats, only one of whom was properly grateful. i wrote a blog post about the either/or logical fallacy and the republican governors who are attempting to destroy environmental protections and legislation at the state level.

i napped.

i thought about baking.

i wrote five long emails that were very overdue.

i sent my brother tw an electronic gift card to REI. (what do you think? would he use their gear? i was desperate and out of ideas.  rumor has it that i am also depressed.)

so, to reiterate: i am simply suffering from an affective derangement AND there is a new law and order show that takes place on the western coast of the united states.

yours very truly,
the prof
(if trump can be the donald, why can’t i be the prof? you wanna be the fred?)


"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud."
(1 Cor. 13:4)