I got the poophead blues man. Here's a picture of David anyway. He looks all special nestled in some flowery bush that I have no idea what they are named but there seems to be tons of them everywhere. Please tell me the name of them if you know. It will help me sleep if nothing else as I agonize over what could they possibly be called..
I don't know why I feel like a poophead. For one thing David made me get up early. I don't love getting up earlier than my body likes to get up. Oh and I know everyone probably has to do that and I am being a sook, but that is part of my big poophead problem.
Patheticism. That is my definition of poophead blues. I feel stupid and pathetic. Have no reason really that matters. Still feel that way.
Can one not just feel like not participating in the world for no real reason? Must we always be ready for action and feeling good about starting the day? To make matters worse, there are plenty of people that have really good reasons to feel bad. Those are the people that get to feel bad. They have a reason. Things are actually bad for them. I don't really want to think too much about what's getting them down because it's going to make me feel even worse about myself.
Ugh. I'm sorry you guys that have reasons to feel bad. Damn it. I don't belong in your group today but I still feel kind of bad. I'm going to buck up any minute now and then I can be better at helping you out of what's going on with you.
What a flipping dilemma. I'm sorry world. I feel pathetic even telling you about my patheticism. Stupid poophead blues. Promise to smarten up.