My student, who shouldn't be a student because he's been through three trainers already, was doing very good, up until today.

I've been considering keeping him on after his 36 days are up because he's been doing so well.

I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't heading back down hill, again.

I HATE being depressed.

It takes all the fun out of life.

Not that life is a bowl of cherries. You know there's a pit in there. You know it!

When I was a kid my mother canned Bing cherries, like she canned a lot of other fruit. She never pitted the cherries before canning them. You had to chew off the meat and spit out the pit. After dessert, there were all those pits in everyone's bowl. GROSS!

If you didn't notice before, I'm rewritting the Tim story. It's going well. Very good in fact. So good, in fact, that I've found it detracts from the Schticky story. But I am forcing myself to work on that, too.

It's just, well, you see, I'm getting depressed, again.

And, I'm starting to have those thoughts, again.

We won't say what those thoughts are, but they're the same thoughts Geoff had on more than one occasion. Maybe, that's why I'm going back to that story. Don't know.

Do know my student pissed me off this morning, twice already. I had such high hopes. F**k!

Sorry for dumping.