Alright alright, the suicide isn't really imminent. Just one of those off the cuff remarks you make after a couple of pints and an extra-large, home-poured martini. Depression is kind of like a fog that pours out over every thing and causes certain limitations in one's vision. I hate reading advice columns that suggest that one should be careful to get enough sleep. Does lying in bed staring at the ceiling or clutching the pillow count? Shit at least I tried didn't I?