This June Gloom is seriously stifling my Astronomy evenings. I haven’t been able to look at anything since the Lunar Eclipse. The perma-overcast is also encroaching on my demeanor. I am in a constant state of being bummed out. Rumsfeld has raised my bummed out alert from yellow to orange based on some vague intellegence he may or may not have.
So long has this gloom persisted that I am starting to grow my depression beard. Said beard’s purposes are two fold. First fold: I tend to only let it grow when “down”. Second fold: The beard itself is quite depressing, what with it being all patchy and suitable for nothing more than an outcast ninth grader.