TMI. Too much information. Sometimes there are just some pieces of information I just do not need nor want to know.

Consider this. A psychologist named Cliff Arnall declared this past Monday the most depressing day of the year 2007.

This guy claims to have a formula that can predict the day of the year that we would most like to go home, lock the door and throw away the key.

All day Monday I was aware of this "holiday," but as far as I was concerned I was having an OK day -- until I slipped and fell on the ice with my cowboy boots.

Instantly I thought, "Today is supposed to be the most depressing day ever in the history of 2007. Crap." From there on out, the day was definitely one for the L column.

There's information like that and there are other tidbits that just make me sad.

For instance, in approximately 5 billion years the sun will swell and envelop the moon.

Sweet.

It's great that we have the technology to predict these things, but honestly, let's leave the moon alone. It's a little too doomsday for my liking and now every time I go star gazing and see the moon, I'll think of its impending death...in about 5 billion years.

Recently the burial site and death certificate of the woman who was the model for the "Mona Lisa" has been found. We can now say that Lisa Del Giocondo was married at 16 to a guy 14 years older than she was and that she then had five kids.

Personally, as amazing as the Mona Lisa is, knowing this information ruins the mystique of this painting for me. I don't want to know the mundane details behind her bewitching smile. The reason the "Mona Lisa" is so great is because I don't know much about this woman.

Her ambiguity makes her charming, so please, let's keep it that way.

Then there's all this business about people not liking snow. They say it's too cold, there's black ice, it's too slushy, it's too hard to walk in (see previous falling incident), but I don't care. I still love it.

This campus is gorgeous in snow and people forget all too soon how handy it was in elementary school for a 2-hour delay or cancellation. Snow can bring out the kid in all of us, and I'm a firm believer that snow is magical, so don't ruin its perfection for me.

When the Saints lost to the Chicago Bears this past Sunday, the last thing I wanted to see on ESPN the next morning was all the reasons the Saints should have won. A real shoulda, woulda, coulda marathon. It's great the Saints rallied together this season and it bodes well for next year, but it just makes their bittersweet season more bitter.

They lost.

The end.

And chocolate. Please leave it alone.

Stop saying it's going to give me pimples or is like, oh my God, 1,000 calories. I just want to eat my Reese's Cups.

Besides, there's no real scientific research that supports that pimple thing anyway.

I guess this whole philosophy doesn't really sit well with the nature of journalism. Usually journalists come equipped with two things - a 'tell-me-everything-you-know' attitude, and a sweet sweater vest collection. (I know I have the latter).

But sometimes I can't help but wish that the information highway would slow down a bit.

Don't get me wrong, there is definitely information out there that the public needs to know. Melting polar ice caps and the situation in the Middle East top that list.

I'm all about journalists being the community watchdog. After all, that's the job description.

But something else that journalism taught me is to make every word count.

I've always wondered what news would be reported if there was a ration on words, like sugar was back in the day.

So choose your words carefully. Think twice before you rain on somebody's parade.