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Every once in a while I sleep. A lot.

I am supposed to be going through all of my stuff so I can join my Shandyowl in Bonnie Scotland, but I cannot make myself do it. I don't have a visa yet. Procrastination is one of my stronger points. Finding instructions online as to what to include in your visa application is not. I hate the British Consulate and their stupid websites.

It is really terrible because I want to go off and do lots of drugs or drink myself into oblivion, but that is pointless. So I will try to use logic and stay home.

My friend Gay Bat (name adjusted to protect the innocent) just called to tell me that David Byrne is on The Colbert Report. I love DB. It made me cry that the Bat saw it and called me instantly so I could tune in. I can't but it is so nice to know that I really do have good friends that care. I sit here with tears running down my cheek. As anyone with depression knows, nothing can cheer you up if you are in a rut. Everything makes you cry, even when you hear from a best friend. That should make you smile, right?

I feel that it is best to just sleep through it all.