Bad news and writer's fatigue

Plenty of horrendous news is reason enough for me not to write my piece. But I've written it, anyway

I’m tired and grumpy, and I almost didn’t write a column at all because my plan for the day was to lie under the dining table under a blanket with my thumb in my mouth and my face in a sack of salted chips and a glass of something comforting. I’m only writing this out of a tiresome sense of duty, and to annoy the people who hate self-indulgent columns. I figure I’ll just list all the reasons why I’m tired and grumpy—literally list them—so that we don’t have to have a great whacking discussion about any of it, because