In other news, it is raining. Again.
I can't tell if the rain is bringing me down or just amplifying my current mood. Instead of toiling away at the computer, I feel compelled to wander around the apartment (a large, gothic lit mansion would be preferable here, but I suppose I don't have a choice). I should be wringing my hands and sighing and gazing pensively out at the rain. A fading rose behind my ear would be a nice touch, if only I had a yard to garden wherein I could plant roses.
Oh life! You are such a tragedy! Keeping me from the joy of roses. Excuse me, I must pace around the kitchen now, as it's the largest room in the apartment.