Looking on the bright side, I find it pretty amazing I'm not clinically depressed. I've been waking up around 430pm everyday. I try to quickly run outside for 5 minutes just so my body can get a quick dose of natural light before it gets dark again. In winter, as always, my life revolves around just making it to the next season. Cause that's when everything will turn around and things will be great. At least that always seems like it will be the case. Really, I just need April 1st to get here soon. If I get into Columbia, I'll just hang around for a few more months, maybe travel a bit. If I don't get in, I'm buying a car the next day and getting off my ass. I should probably do that anyway now since it's still a while till April, but, hey, nobody has ever praised me for my great work ethic.

The happiest time of the week was when the Mets got Santana. It's always a bit sweeter when the Mets get something the Yankees really wanted. I've refused to wear my Mets cap since they shat the bed last year, but they came through, so I think I'll once again devote all of my love and energy to supporting them this year. I know they will let me down in the end, but hell, I need something to root for.