No, not depressed. I've been trying to finish this very long book, Seven Types of Ambiguity, by Elliot Perlman, and now I'm trying to figure out whether I liked it or not. I really liked the beginning, which is why I hung on for the whole book - I wanted to know what happened. It was well-written, smart, it had a very complex story, but I dunno, in the end, I didn't feel the way I have after reading my favorite books. And yet, I read the whole thing, and in addition to it being 623 pages, the print was small. I wore glasses for this book. So take that for whatever it means to you. But now that I'm done, mostly what I feel is ambiguous.
Now I gotta go cuz Mojo's coming back!