Life just comes faster than I can swing at it! I love it, but there's a part of me that wonders about it all... when the psychiatrist asks me "have you ever considered suicide?" I know how to answer, but really, it's a noble endeavor. Don't worry, I don't have it in me, but as the old song sings, "this world is not my home, this world is not my home, this world is not my home, I'm just passing through."
I was going to put the song up for all you dedicated readers to listen to, but I couldn't find it online and I was prepared to buy it, but I realized I was being ridiculous. If you want to hear the song, it's a beautiful one, it's by His Name Is Alive on their album Stars on ESP. It's a plaintive, evocative, soul scarring song. I believe it's an update on this song. The His Name is Alive song is more apropro. Look for it, and when I get my old cd back I'll put it up here.
Well, I've lost that forlorn feeling now, what with all this YouTuberry, so I'll just end it here. Don't call the men in white coats on me, I'll be fine, to be honest it was just the Bushmills that made me feel pensive, so don't worry about me, you've got much worse problems, I'm sure. To be honest the main thing that's got me down is doing some very unfulfilling and destructive housework, but I need to remember that I've done a lot of good and hard work recently that I should be able to fall back on. I don't know what the medical name for my problem is but maybe we should start a raffle and come up with one. It's basically mental hypochondria, so if you can come up with a pithier title, please do, I'll be indebted to you for that!
Here's a cute thing to keep you from the bottle or the razor:
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