I'm feeling down. I don't feel like reading. And I can't write because I can't sing. I strained my vocal cords somehow, so I am not speaking/singing until gig-time. All I feel like doing is whining. When will it be summer? Or at least when will it be Derby? Or at the VERY least, when will it be time to plant my garden?
Hmpf. Maybe I shouldn't have read The Bell Jar while on vacation last weekend. I think I need a good trashy chick-lit novel. Repeat: Hmpf.