can anybody tell from my last post

that i'm currently reading bret easton ellis? and god knows if he can't make depressed ennui interesting, i don't know how i ever expect to.

thanks, though, to those of you who emailed me--especially my attorney friend (screenname pending), who keeps warning me that, presumed anonymity or no, it's precisely shit like this that gets people fired.

and no, going shopping, out for dinner or on a road trip would not make me feel better--the fact is, doing things that are supposed to be fun makes it worse. that's the whole point, actually.