Out of the Blue and into the Black

March has come in like a lion for almost everyone I know. Maybe it's the gray weather. Maybe it's the state of our economy, and of the world. The killings in Baghdad don't seem to cease, and no one seems to have two dimes to rub together, and Oprah's encouraging us all to have Oscar parties as something Americans can do to come together. Good God.

Or maybe it's just me. Maybe I just need to start writing again. Maybe I need to get over myself. Whatever this is, I can't help thinking I've entertained happiness for any number of weeks, and now I'm just trying to screw it up. Are humans capable of happiness?

Maybe I just need more sleep.