Sometimes I get really depressed. And then I go to improv and I feel all better.
Although going to a campaign meeting that turns out to be a bust is kinda lame.
I feel distinctly unfulfilled.
I want to learn guitar. And to draw. And there must be something wrong with the pictures I take. There must be something wrong with me.
Must the world live in the shadow of atomic fear? Can they win the fight for peace or will they disappear?