Count your lack of curses...
For a day or two, I wasn't in the best of moods. This might be my own fault for taking a break from sculpture.

Then there's this: http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/01/13/water.intox.ap/index.html

The news about Jennifer Strange drinking herself to death on frikkin' water is about the saddest, most unfortunate event I've heard of since Maricica Irina Cornici left the planet almost two years ago. http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/06/24/world/main704206.shtml

Jennifer was only trying to win a Wii for her kids and she lost her life. The reports about this story, which - if you want to - you can hear about every half hour, mention that ten people have lost their jobs. Has anyone gotten a Wii for her kids? Do they even still want one?

Her story and Maricica's don't come close to being as completely OMFG-sad as a book I just finished. http://www.amazon.com/Professor-Madman-Insanity-English-Dictionary/dp/006099486X

These kinds of things remind me - regardless of how depressed I might ever get - that I am not the last man in the There's Always Someone Who Has It Worse line. Nor is anyone I personally know.