Not in a depressed, woe is me, life isn't worth living sense; nor a soul-scorching, unfulfilled longing manner; nor in a hopeless sea of uninterrupted ennui which can only end in the sweet pain of death sort of way. I am not despairing, nor grieving, nor driven insane by the meaninglessness of it all.It's because my head hurts like a motherfucker.
Todd, please write Bad Music Thursday for me. I was thinking Whitney Houston's "Saving All My Love for You," but do what you will.
I will be taking to my fainting couch with an ice bag on my head.
