As far as moods go, today is a Dead Body Day. I don't know if I can actually put my finger on it and find the words to describe it. I've reached a certain level of apathy that makes me feel like the thoughts I have are just sort of scraping around inside my head like fingernails on a chalkboard. Every word of every idea smacks hard against the inside of my forehead and bounces violently back across my brain to plant itself firmly on the back of my head like a smack from an uptight grandmother who caught me joking about yams during an otherwise pleasant Thanksgiving dinner.
I think it has a great deal to do with some sort of campaign fatigue. Everyday, I turn on the television for a little background noise, and all I hear is something that sounds as if it sprung from a preschool sandbox. It's mindless, pointless, irrelevant bickering, and as a result, I have a whole new level of respect for parents, teachers, and anyone whose profession is to deal with children. If nothing else, this election has lead me question whether or not I am at any sort of point in my life where I could take on the duties of being a parent. It's a constant barrage of attacks as they try to demonstrate why their opponent is undeserving of the sandbox, while they never say why they themselves ARE deserving.
It's brutal. And, it makes me want to unleash a herd of crap-happy cats upon that damned sandbox. There have been ten ads in the past fifteen minutes, and not a single one of them has been what I would consider positive.
There are other things weighing me down. The weather here is a lot like living in England without the good beer. It's cold, gray and wet, and it makes me feel like an unhappy, sober flounder hanging out on a chilly and dark ocean floor.
Ah well... It'll clear up soon enough. Enough of my griping. Have a wild and wonderful weekend, everyone!