I've been reading too many stories with sad endings lately. I know, I know... it's like watching Titanic (the boat sinks). I know the green girl is going to be murdered, but I didn't expect to care about her so much. I've added showtunes to my LaunchCast mix, so I've heard a few songs from the eponymous musical. Today, I nearly started bawling at work when in less than a minute, Kristin Chenoweth sang to me these words: Don't wish. Don't start. Wishes only wound the heart. There's a girl I know; He loves her so. I'm not that girl... I think I'm having a rough emotional patch. Vivid dreams where I wonder if I'm dreaming and the colors and the smells and the sensations all tell me no. Sleeping too much and still waking up tired. I know what it means; I know what it is. D is for depression. Crap.