So, I'm reading a friend of a friend's blog --- he wrote it down for me and asked me to check it out --- and I'm shaking my head and going, "Oh, no...."

I guess because you have no idea how I sound, you might not hear the groan, the sarcasm, the are-you-kidding-me? intonation injected into the "Oh, no..."

I know I keep saying this, but, man, that Beatles song, "Eleanor Rigby" with the haunting refrain, "All the lonely people...where do they all come from?" floats into my head every now and again.

My life is just one endless soundtrack...there's a song for every moment, every day, every person, every experience.

It's raining outside and it's one of those grey days where it'd be easy to sink further into a deep depression. But you know what? I feel okay today. I just don't feel like doing anything.

I'm listening to Green Day and lying on the couch, reading and feeling kinda sick.

That's the story of my life, isn't it?

I'm always feeling "sick"...though, if I were to probe a little further, I'd admit that it's more of this weird feeling at the pit of my stomach...like the sense that something's about to happen.

I don't put much stock in it anymore 'cause I always seem to feel like this, you know? Like something's always on the verge of happening...and I'm there, just waiting and waiting...and then nothing happens.

A friend of mine text messaged me this morning.

She finally broke up with her boyfriend --- the crazy, stalker psychopath guy.

Let's see if she'll be able to make it stick this time around.

Sometimes, I think we've come to this stage in life where...after being single for a long time and then finding someone, we get scared of going back to being single...and it's easier to be with someone you don't quite love simply because it feels like it's better to be with someone than no one at all.