I want to live where Soul meets Body...

The alarm goes off. This is the third time it has gone off this morning. It is noon and I have to work at 1:30. Phil is still sleeping as I finally crawl out of bed and make my way upstairs. I get into the shower and crank the hot water. I just stand there letting the warmth cover my body. I can feel it already. I thought yesterday was bad enough but today is worse. I feel an emoday coming. I feel so sad and depressed for no real apparant reason at all. I don't feel like going to work. I don't feel like eating. I don't feel like doing anything. I lay down and just let the water encompass me. I lay in there until the water turns cold. I climb out and shave. Slowly brush my teeth. Comb my hair and put my glasses on. It is almost 1:00 as I head downstairs and get dressed for work. I'm not hungry but I feel that I should still eat something before work. I cook up some eggs and toast and sit in silence. Off to work I go. I get there and am stuck doing out of stock and moving displays. I help customers and mindlessly do my tasks. I have to stay an extra hour because the floor waxers are coming and I need to move everything so the can wax. But alas they don't show up and I have to put everything back plus come in 2 hours early on Sunday. Crap for crap. O well. At least I enjoy my job. I sit at home and drink my pepsi and type this. I look around and see a lack off color. Everything is grey. My hands are cold with no one to hold them. I wait for you to come home. Listen to my emo music. Sitting in sulky sad uncontented contentment. Where are you? Who are you? I miss you...

"I wish we could open our eyes to see in all directions at the same time..." ~ Marching Bands of Manhatten - Death Cab for Cutie