Today is one of those days. You know the days where you're trapped in the house too long, and contrary to what you would expect, you haven't gotten anything done but you've had a series of short encounters with various people none of which have brightened your mood but have made you even more depressed because they aren't actively trying to cheer you up and so you consult the internets to see what rainbows they might have to share with you but you are just plain and simple in a bad mood and it's not going to help anyway and by the way you smell funny and you have to work tonight and pretend to be happy because if you don't you won't make any money and its snowing outside and oh yeah, I still have to write my fricken paper.
Join me in my misery and have a listen to The Postal Service "District Sleeps Alone".

Ahhhh so cathartic.