I’m a little depressed…again.
Perhaps more on this later when I am better able to form some cohesive thoughts around my murky emotions. I’m not really too concerned because I feel like it’s my duty to walk around in a dark mood once a month or so. It makes me feel deeper than I am, justifies the constant black clothing choices and I’ll probably get a decent poem out of it. Also, I know myself well enough now to know I’ll snap out of it in a day or two and be back to dancing for the pets with a beer in my hand.
Two things to leave you with today:
One—Sarah Silverman. Am I the only person who thinks she is never funny? Why is she suddenly being shoved down my throat all day long? I demand a recount!
Two—I can’t stop listening to this song. Perhaps this may have something to do with the depression. And yes, I do know this may be the one of the gayest and most annoying videos we’ve all witnessed, but that just adds to the angsty goodness of the current ennui…
MISS ANTHROPE'S HOUSE OF HIGH DRAMA 