Dear General Anomie,
Where on earth did you come from? Everything has been going along just find, this weekend was terrifically debaucherous and fun, but then you come creeping into my brain like a bad case of the flu. My usually fab life currently seems unbearable. I am distressed/ depressed/ really want to be laying in bed watching Lost right now.
And it's not just me you're picking on, everyone seems down this morning. You have descended like a black cloud over the District of Columbia.
Pleeeease get out of my life so I can resume my perfectly shallow, alcohol fueled lifestyle,