If I was feeling sorry for myself down there in Virginia, Mrrzy, I'd probably head over to Patsy Cline's grave in Winchester and talk to her for a while. Maybe I'd talk to her on a moonlight night or when the sun's coming up or on sunny Winchester afternoon. Patsy knew the saddest songs and she sang them so goddam well. (Did you know that Winchester changed sides about 100 times in the Civil War? Must have been wagon loads of sorrow. Knowing makes those Lee Jackson burger taste better.)

From the tales you tell, Mrrzy, I still think you have a sad lyric or two to write yourself. Your thread title would almost make a good hook for a song - just a little editing, like 'Bummed out but still singing.' You could probably write a Hank-cry-your-heart-out-over-this lyric. Hank never had a patent on misery. We all get there at times.