What a crap day.

First, there's the crap weather. Gray. Two days running. Not even fierce or dark or stormy. Gray. Depressing. And by "depressing," I mean crap. Apparently, I exhausted all my reserves fighting Seasonal Affective Disorder for 2005 back in Chi-town.

Crap.

I ran a story today that, in hindsight, did little more than fan the flames on the immigration debate. Maybe worse. Even if it was isolated to Santa Barbara. I blow goats.

And I've learned that this whole "immigration" thing inspires magnificently inarticulate hate mail on both sides. Consider the messenger shot. Which is all to say, I've chosen a profession where you work your ass off for thankless results. In fact, not "thankless" - negative thanks. For no pay. In fact, not "no pay" - negative pay.

Which is all to say, I'm an idiot.

Today I'm pathetically trying to get this story off the ground that involves crunching all sorts of numbers and statistics, using spreadsheets in Excel and Access. Yeah, good luck. "Access" who? What? And I can't even ask a simple question about opening the friggin' database without the powers-that-be lopping off my head and laughing at me.

Clearly, we're off to a rolling start.

*sigh*

It's enough to make one want to move to the kidnapping capital of the world.

Good thing I have an interview at 3.