Jul 29, 2005 11:45
Dr. Johnson said that when a man is tired of London he is tired of life. Well, I'm now self-aware enough to recognize the symptoms:
Everything seems vulgar, revolting, meaningless. Everything has lost its savor. The City is nightmarish. I feel as though I've a mouth full of ashes.
Yes, folks, the Black Dog of depression has once again taken refuge under my porch. It will, as I well know, pass. But GOD it is so boresome while it lasts. *sigh*