the rain has gone to my brain

So that's why the British tend to be uptight, unhappy people who prefer to speak with stiff mouths. It rains a lot over there...or the skies tend to be perennially gray. Of course, I've never been to England so that was a hasty generalization.

I am currently unhealthily preoccupied with melancholy. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's something else. But I just want to sob and be a bum, considering that a few days ago I openly admitted to being possessed by the robotic Energizer bunny. Am I classified as potentially manic depressive? I hope not.

So I shall tell myself that it's the utterly depressing weather and the routine, mundane daily life that's causing the imaginary elephant to sit on my chest. Now that I think about it, maybe the imaginary elephant is actually keeping the overflowing emotions of my thoracic cavity from causing irreversible structural damage. Raise the eyebrows, put on a smiley face, and wear a sash that says, you go have a nice day and maybe spare me some leftovers later.

Can we skip thursday and go straight to friday? So I can watch star trek? Please?