n'est pas

Last night I didn't want to go home because the idea of going to sleep seemed too fucking depressing, even though I needed sleep like crazy anyone in their right mind would have been sleeping anyways. So to alleviate my mild omnipresent depression, I watched 21 Grams.
What is the opposite of a genius grant? Because I need one of those.

So I ended up driving around the neighborhood, smoking cigarettes in a complete daze.
I really should not have been driving.

21 Grams was pretty good, by the way.