Have I ever mentioned that kids suck? They wouldn't suck so much if their parents weren't moronic asswipes that let them scream like banshees and irritate everyone within a 5 mile radius.

I got some old-people-who-wear-sunglasses-over-their-glasses sunglasses. That's a true story!!

Last week's song was about depression, and this week's song is about anxiety. It's becoming the Mental Health Clinic Musical Hour.

I was trying to think of a good metaphor for depression. This is what popped into my mind: Being stuck in eternal Mondays. The person in the song likes it, though; I mean, she likes being stuck in eternal Mondays. I'm not sure why.

I was thinking about how everybody's scared of their consciousness passing out of existence when they die; but when you think about it, that's what happens when you go under anesthesia. No time passes. There's nothing awful or painful about going into non-existence on a consciousness level. And, who knows? Maybe there's some way we come back again, even if we do get blotted out. (I'm not sure how that would happen, but maybe, just maybe). And if centuries pass between one fading outta existence and fading back in, it will seem like no time had passed.

This is Gloomy Gus Song 15. I'm not sure yet if I like it. It's about how when people are depressed, sometimes they feel nothing, and why is nothing not neutral, since it's nothing?

This song is another end-of-the-world-ish piece o' music. I'm doing a lot of those lately. Maybe that's because it's sorta kinda the end of the world, maybe-ish.

Whelp, that was a foot-in-mouth moment. But, then I got feedback from someone else that the person who got mad at me overreacted. So, there. Still, there are days I wish I never opened my mouth (or my email mouth).