But I'm still just down.
Spaulding Gray is dead. I already knew that, but somehow the news has got me down.
And I have a difficult talk ahead of me. It could be worse but it's still depressing.
Also I was invited to be part of a really cool camp with people who I'd love to work with, and *I can't go to Burning Man.*
I need a gloomier picture for times like this.
OK no more complaining, back to the fur mines.