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This day has kicked my ass. I'm tired and depressed. Post trip let-down I suppose. Most depressing moment of the day? When the middle school teacher said, "What's this letter mean after the name?" What letter I ask. "This I and then V." Roman numerals? "Is that what that is? It's a letter, how can it be a number?"

I'm going to get dinner and read, in hopes that a book will cheer me up. I read the entire Eyre Affair yesterday, which was hilarious. Someone, please take me to see Richard III now.