That’s all I really had to say, I guess.
I’ve been in a really nasty “spending my evenings on the couch hugging the teddy bear and staring blankly at the TV” kind of funk pretty much since the weekend.
I’m finally starting to come out of it now.
Articles like this help tremendously with that process.
The Rest of My Life (2003)
The first line of the second verse gets me all squishy…
Sorry I can’t seem to get off this French Canadian kick…
Having both of the two worst days of my life occur during the same year means I’m exempt from any more next year, right? Just like jury duty?
Good. That’s a comfort. Maybe a celebratory bowl of cereal now…