If there's one thing I'd like the country & the world as a whole to learn from observing me (and I know you are), it's this: being a war machine doesn't make you happy. OK, on with my path of destruction.

I seem to have settled into a new sort of steady state, less agitated, more miserable, a startling feeling of purposelessness, not startling because I used to feel purposeful or anything, just didn't feel one way or the other about it. Seems like everything unexpected that happens is lousy, can't remember the last nice surprise.

Have a couple hours of being lone & lorn, weepy & pathetic before I'll be able to fall asleep, wonder if anything good's on TV?