Considering that I’m flying out to Santa Barbara tomorrow, I’m at a particularly low ebb, feeling more miserable than I have in ages. This is not good. It may just be that I am very very tired, having not slept well for the last couple of nights and having an awful lot on my mind. Or it may just be that I’m thinking too much. Either way, I don’t like it.
So, tell us a joke?
separating the wanted from the unwanted