Rainy Days and Mondays
It was one of those dismal days that preceeds an exciting event in a novel but unfortunately not in my life.
Life can be so disappointing sometimes. One day you're walking through the park of a beautiful winters eve with Andrew and thinking it doesnt matter if you aren't happy again for the rest of the year, and just a short while later you're sitting home alone watching CSI New York and its cold and your wisdom teeth hurt and you haven't seen him for two weeks and wonder if if he really cares at all and if it's because you just aren't good enough.
At times like this, one's hand automatically reaches for the David Gray CD and 'repeat' button, but I don't think things are quite that desperate yet.