the finger of blame has turned upon itself...

That's a line from "Fall At Your Feet." I've been uber-melancholy this weekend and getting much comfort from Crowded House (who did "Fall At Your Feet") and BNL, who I think may have even covered "Fall At Your Feet" at some point. I know they did "Distant Sun". But I digress...

One of these weeks, I would really love a weekend where I can rest and relax and not encounter any drama. This was not one of those weekends. Next weekend doesn't look too good, either.

Do you remember that episode of Sex & the City where they talked about everyone's Secret Single Behavior? I certainly have a few things I secretly love to do while alone, but people, I have no plans to give them up when the day comes (and oh yes, it will come) when I am no longer single. In fact I kind of feel like listing some of them.

- When I go through a yellow light I like to yell "Wooooo! Suck on it, bitches!" I'm sure the other drivers really couldn't care less, but I like to feel like I'm getting away with something. Being bad feels pretty good sometimes.

- Sometimes when I'm driving someplace I already know the way to, I like to put on my GPS anyway. Just hearing each step that I already know is oddly reassuring for me and then I have a little dialogue with the GPS. "Turn left on US-206 North." "Right on, sister! Let's do it!"

- I sing to the cat. I've probably admitted to that before, but still, I'm sure it's a little weird. Her current favorite is "Sweet Clementine" which sounds a lot like "Sweet Caroline." It goes something like "Sweet Clementine, meow meow meow, good times never seemed so good..."


Hmmm... I think that's all I feel comfortable admitting to right now. I don't want you to think I'm too weird or anything. You know how that can be.

It's late so I'm going to make myself a vanilla steamer (skim milk + SF vanilla Torani syrup = nom nom!), do a little reading, and get some sleepies. Hopefully tomorrow will be a non-melancholy Monday, but I make no promises. Good night.