Play the Blues

Music: Norah Jones- Come Away With Me album

Lazy afternoon, sitting here on a monday and gloomy thoughts flood me. It's the Carpenters theory, i tell ya. (Rainy Days and Mondays by The Carpenters). As i sit here, half tired, half relaxed, i lose grip a little. And i start to think.
Don't mind me, sometimes gloominess is plain unreasonable and just needs to be said out. And i guess if i wanted to choose any of you out there to be my listening victim, i'd rather torture you all together, share the love yo?
Firstly, Nostalgia. Norah Jones marked the happiness and sadness of my recent past. Her tone, her words, just hits those spots in my brain, those feelings you call "love".
Secondly, Flu. Stupid virus is infectious before you're sick....smart bastard. This time i'm not gonna let it outsmart me. Last time i infected half my lab. Oops. I only realized it was me after i was well and returned to lab, only to find half the lab off on sick leave. That's one shitty feeling. I could never pass for a bioterrorist without eating myself out with remorse. Only problem is i have to miss my ONLY dance day of the week. Suckstobeme.
Thirdly, friend's msn nick read: And suddenly i become part of your past..... Too many times, too many memories. And it haunts me time and again.
Fourthly, hate this, but What's the use of honesty, when i still can't say what i really mean?
Fifthly, and pettyly, where's my holidays? f**k......
Sixthly, miss pav.
Seventhly, miss ppl.
Eighthly, housemate issues.
Ninthly, general feeling of underappreciation.
k enough. My feminine scale is hitting the roof.

"And as i sized down the mirror,
full-frontal drenched in mediocrity,
i saw the boy i am now,
the man i can become,
and the grouch i fear beckoning
on my back."

Yeah be strong.