Today is one of those days. Some days, no matter how hard I try to be cheery and stay positive, it just doesn't work. Then I think about it and I don't know why I think I need to always be the chipper one anyway - don't I get a day off like everyone else? Some days everything just seems bleak and I don't know why, but I also don't feel guilty about it either. And don't tell me it's PMS because it's not, and if it were I certainly wouldn't admit it anyway. That would only piss me off more.
And sometimes it isn't an entire day of disappointment and utter anger at the world, but only part of a day. On those occasions there will be a Zen moment that breaks through the haze of hopelessness and turns my perspective around. I am waiting for that Zen moment right now.
Until that time, don't bother to talk to me. I won't reply with a snappy answer. I am not going to entertain you with my wit today. Let's save that for tomorrow. After a good night's sleep.
I am going to go listen to Marilyn Manson now.
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Sheesh...you kids listen to Marilyn Manson and then you wonder why you're depressed. My doctor usually prescribes Edith Piaf or Chick Webb featuring Ella Fitzgerald. Music originally recorded for LP's or wax cylinder is the only real medicine. Except maybe for the brownouts or wonderboy. Now that's music!
wonderboy Now THAT"S MUSIC.
What ever happened to those guys
I think they all died in the same plane crash as Elvis and Lucas Gozne.
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