Mope

Here I was, wallowing in self-pity over:

1. weather being crappy;
2. scoring poorly on all three trivia quizzes I played; and
3. having to go to the dentist later today to get a filling between two teeth (which means much drilling).

And then I find out that Bob Nanna of The City on Film is going to start chemotherapy. I think he has lymphoma. Great!

On the one hand, fuck my small little problems! I'm embarrassed for even feeling sad about that crap.

On the other hand, now I'm even more depressed. I don't mean to make it about me, it's just bad news. I wish Bob all the luck, determination, and positive energy he needs to get better.

I'm going to post the Virginia Edition of Real Beautiful Women later and probably just shut down and mope for the rest of the day.

Here's a visual aid my wife took with our great new Fujifilm FinePix F10 digital camera! We've had some fine spring weather, and then this slushy crap comes down most of the day. Blah!



iPod: Some Braid and Hey Mercedes songs written by Bob Nanna.