We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
But have we found
The same old fears?
Wish you were here.

Every morning I wake up and wonder
What's gonna happen today
You see it your way
I see it mine
But we both see it slippin' away.

When all you can do is quote old-ass, cheesy song lyrics, you may as well just go hang yourself in the closet. Good thing shotgun houses don't have closets. And that I have kittens. And that I successfully resisted the Duma Key e-files, and now have the book in hand.

I hate it when my LJ friends hint at great drama in their lives and then say "But I don't want to talk about it." But I don't want to talk about it. Being screamed at for roughly a third of the day and ignored for the rest of it by your life's partner who seems to have (probably justifiably) lost all respect for you does tend to put a damper on that excess chattiness.