I wrote a long entry for today, but decided at the last minute not to post it. It wasn't interesting, you wouldn't have liked it.

I'm in Faucett (yes, with a "U" not a "W"), MO, this morning. I'm supposed to be on the road, but I haven't left, yet. I have drive across Nebraska today.

I've been very, very depressed for quite awhile. I'm taking my meds, and they seem to be doing a fanastic job of keeping my mind off of doing something stupid, but I'm still very, very depressed.

Which isn't so bad, actually, because when I'm very, very depressed I write a lot.

But, I'm very short tempered, too.

I was almost involved in a road rage incident the other day. Well, my truck was on the receiving end of a tossed water bottle, but that's as far as it went. The other driver continued on at great speed pissing off a lot of other drivers by tailgating them until they got out of the way. Big trucks don't get out of the way when we're in the NASCAR passing lane. I stopped for a piss and got the stupidity out of my mind.

But, I'm still depressed. Very, very depressed, actually.

I did finish the third section of Chapter 12 of The Pastel Cowboy. This is where Zach finally gets to see Paul