Little Things

When you feel miserable, and you have to go to work on Saturday night after seeing Kingdom of Heaven (only to prove that it’s not that good, just like the reviews said it’s not), and the now-defunct Savage Garden’s To The Moon and Back is blasting from your headphones and you have no energy to switch windows to click on Next to move on to a better song, you know it’s a dead weekend. You spend the next day sleeping, you wake up dazed, and the weekend is deader than ever.

That first call had all the signs in it and I should have read them. All other events after that only made things more dreadful. But I refused to concede. I thought I still had things in control.

Ah, but I lost even before the battle began. As Jewel puts it, "Heads you win; tails I’m lost." There’s no way I could have won, or at least put up a good fight.

Not even that rare silent hello, which on an ordinary day would lift me to cloud nine, could make me feel better. India.Arie just came on my media player, singing Ready For Love (which I love for its honesty), and still things are not any better. Oh, this is hopeless.

Only one thing could save me from this hell of a day. And every minute that passes is a mile farther away from it ever coming.

(Two friggin’ entries and not one is decent! I could almost see Paulie snickering.)

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