You know those people who seem happy enough to see you when they see you, but never really make the effort to do that?  Like if you happen to be there with the group, that's well and good, but you'll never be quite as close as the other seven people in the room, and it's apparent.  Like you're asked along because it's nice, or you're good for a laugh, or it serves some purpose other than pure company.  And you wax between being really disgusted by such a phenomenon, and making plans to see these people again.  Kind of like bulimia, what with the bing(e)ing and purging and all.

I'm going to bed.  No idea where this spike of depression came from, but I'm sure it's nothing eight hours of sleep can't distract from.  Never is, after all.

She leads the most charmed of lives
She dazzles and astounds.
But stands, when audience has gone,
In figures hunched, eyes to the ground.

She has no major problems --
Or none to which she will admit.
Her smiling laughs will fog the mind.
That glass slipper's a narrow fit.

Okay, off to make good on that eight hour distraction.  But dernit if I can't leave a post 100% angsty.  It's like I'm OCD regarding this, or something.  Merde.  Okay, here we go.... Verse 1 of Amish Paradise.  Watch and be amazingly amused, foo'.

As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain,
I take a look at my wife and realize she’s very plain,
But that’s just perfect for an Amish like me.
You know I shun fancy things like electricity.
At 4:30 in the morning I’m milkin’ cows,
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows... Fool.
And I’ve been milkin’ and plowin’ so long that
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone.
I’m a man of the land, I’m into discipline.
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin,
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine,
Then tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1699.

Teehee.  I love it.