Bucksnort, Alabama

Sorry, everyone. No words today. It’s just one of those days that I am becoming increasingly famous for. It’s too bad you can’t make a career out of mind-blowing depression.

I can see the job description now:

Manic-depressive writer/photographer wanted for stay-at-home position. Must be able to spend long periods of time indoors with the shades drawn, staring at the wall. Preference given to applicants skilled in self-recrimination, biting sarcasm, and suicidal tendencies. Hours vary; dress code is casual; pay is nonexistent; benefits are none. Don’t call us — we’ll call you.

Music: So Far So Good by Thornley (lyrics)