Bong

The other day I noticed this strange herb on the chair in my office.

I think that it is pot.

I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out which teacher would have dropped thier pot on my chair.

Yet another mysterious injury. This one kind of looks like a burn. Maybe I got it while I was trying to smoke that pot I found.

The road to recovery

I recently went to the doctor. As it turns out, I have, apparently, been depressed since 1995. Who knew? Anyway, I went on antidepressants. It has been about three weeks since I started, so I guess they have taken effect. While I have noticed that I have had less trouble concentrating and have not been depressed about my service here in the Siberia of the Pacific Northwest. I have also found myself less interested in complaining about it, and as some of you may know, I really like complaining about things and passing them off as observations. This has all led to my most recent blog entries being (I think) considerably less funny, insightful or interesting. I have decided that mind-bending drugs are not the thing for me, and that I like my angst the way it was. So, until I get my depression levels back on track, I will be posting with slightly less frequency. This is also unfortunate, since I was so close to being current with my postings...oh well, it's for the greater good.

I sincerely apologize if this was more information about me than you really wanted, I just thought I needed to explain.

Heart,

Gabe