You Can Pin And Mount Me Like A Butterfly
It's a Morrissey kind of day today.
Some people think he's depressing to listen to, but listening to him (or The Smiths) keeps me from becoming depressed.
I listen to a song like Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want and I wallow in self-pity for a few minutes, then I turn off the CD and I'm as right as rain.
I think as I grow older I'm becoming less tolerant of cold weather.
I was thinking about when I was a child and I loved to go out and make snowmen and snow forts and have snowball fights. My mother was always nagging me to put on a sweater and forcing me to wear hats, gloves, and scarves--which I would immediately remove the instant I was out of her sight.
Not any more.
Right now, I'm praying for Spring to hurry up, dammit!