Depression Strikes

I am a jerk. My kind should be extinct by now, but we multiply like fungus.

You know things are bad when I start listening to bands like Death Cab and trying to extract meaning from their songs. For God's sake... One of their tracks consists of the lead singer repeating his love for Gweneviere at least 20 times. Meaning? I don't even know a girl named Gwen. Go figure.

At least Arsenal is still unbeaten, and the T-Wolves are now tied with the Kings. I could use a victory, you know?