this weekend, for the first time ever, i was officially depressed at a wedding. i've never been the type. i imagine it has been happening for years to people who actually want to get married. i hadn't ever been one of those, and it was a strange feeling. after it is over i feel so drained. that is surely in part due to the complete lack of sleep and full body participation in daily hangover recovery. i know what the depression is all about, it is just hard to admit. it seems completely infathomable that it will be three plus years before my own such event, but as i desprately yearned to snap at the over-weight, over made-up texas junior leaguers who inquired as to the delay, "what the fuck am i supposed to do about that?!?"