Can't get this song out of my head. I guess it doesn't help that I'm playing it over and over again, either.

Not that it has any bearing on anything that's going on in my life right now.

Though, if things turn out badly at the end of the day, I might be tempted to head straight to the liquor store and stock up and put vodka into my water bottle at work. But one mustn't turn to alcohol to solve one's problems.

Cousin D came over Saturday night and found me wearing mismatched socks, a ratty green housecoat and purple pajamas. I hadn't been drinking, but all day, all I really felt like doing was just lying there like a bump on a log.

"It's okay. We're family," he said.

So, maybe what I wrote in my one livejournal update last week was a lie: that things were surprisingly oky.

Or, maybe things are okay and I'm just falling into that old pattern of expecting the worst, you know? Constantly dreading things 'cause it's like that's just how it goes.

Ah, but that's contrary to what "The Secret" is all about, isn't it?

Speaking of which, there was an article about "The Secret" yesterday and it kind of had this undercurrent of, "This is so shite. It doesn't make any sense." And a part of me thought, "If people want to believe in this shite, why don't we just let them instead of ragging on it. People need something to believe in and cling to...it doesn't do anybody harm to be a little more positive in their lives."