So how was your day yesterday.

Yesterday was Monday, 23 January, 2006. Right? And I'm sure by now everyone knows that yesterday was the one day some nutcase actually earmarked to be the most depressing day of the year due to it being the end of the "holiday season," bills just now coming in, winter setting in, that type of thing. Yada yada yada...blah, blah, blah.

However, although I walked to the gym on one of the coldest days of the year, if not the coldest morning this year, I didn't get depressed; I froze my ass off walking both ways, but I never managed to get depressed. And even though I took Barney in the woods yesterday and he had in his little pee-brain that yesterday would be the day to stop and sniff or water every single hint of vegetation on our walk; depressed wouldn't be the word I would have used to describe myself; really, really annoyed maybe because I was freezing my ass off again, but not depressed.

And even though we had to keep the heat on all day long, knowing full well that our heating bill would be going through the roof; I still never managed to feel any sort of depression because, well, it's one thing to freeze one's ass outside, but I'd be damn if I was going to do it inside as well.

And! Even while watching the weather last night and hearing that parts of Kent actually had sun and knowing that we didn't, couldn't put me in a depressive mood. I just figured that if we were lucky it might spread our way sooner rather than later. And even with Krip being able to manuver Abe to do the right jumps and such on our PS game, where I couldn't get past go, just wound up getting my temperature to rise rather than plunging me into a downward spiral of a funk.

So, although, yesterday was earmarked for the one day that one could get depressed and actually get away with it because some nutcase announced that 23 January 2006, was to be the most depressing day of the year, really all day long I just couldn't bring myself to be depressed.

That was until last night just before I fell asleep. At 11:55 p.m., on the 23 January 2006, I finally realized I had something to be depressed about.

That's when it slowly dawned on me that someone, somewhere out there; and by the way, most probably with our tax money, was actually getting paid to come up with such a stupid idea. And the actual thought that I, although smart enough to have been able to come up with such a stupid idea, did not have the wherewithall nor the imagination to think of the idea of having the 23rd of January 2006 be considered the most depressing day of the year.

Damn.