2001-04-13 :: 12:23 p.m.

Fuck work.

I'm home, I'm productive, I'm going to the park to sit in the glorious sunshine.
So why am I listening to depressing music?

Maybe a 2 AM call to me did it, maybe this weather is doing it, maybe an IM conversation with my high school sweetheart is doing it, but I'm sadhappy. I am all kinds of smiley, all kinds of into the Magnetic Fields right now, all "you have the sun I have the moon," all wistful and fuzzy and girlie-dreamy, and yet the whole package is glazed with a thin veneer of sadness.

Nothing's been the same, you know.

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