My melancholy blues...

Another party's over
And I'm left cold sober
My baby left me for somebody new
I don't wanna talk about it
Want to forget about it
Wanna be intoxicated with that special brew
So come and get me
Let me
Get in that sinking feeling
That says my heart is on an all time low - so
Don't expect me
To behave perfectly
And wear that sunny smile
My guess is I'm in for a cloudy and overcast
Don't try and stop me
'Cause I'm heading for that stormy weather soon
I'm causing a mild sensation
With this new occupation
I'm permanently glued
To this extraordinary mood, so now move over
And let me take over
With my melancholy blues

I'm causing a mild sensation
With this new occupation
I'm in the news
I'm just getting used to my new exposure
Come into my enclosure
And meet my melancholy blues

---- My Melancholy Blues (Queen, News of the World)

Well. This was an interesting day, wasn't it? I had another bad night where I never went to sleep, so I was sort of in a daze when I went to vote (for the first time ever!) this morning. I was awake enough, though, to poke the John Kerry/John Edwards box on the touch screen thing proudly... The rest of the day, however, has left something to be desired. (I know I'm typing this after 5 am, but I'm having another bad night, so to me it still seems like daytime.) As I watch the coverage of the election, I grow more and more nauseous and absolutely amazed that Bush seems to be winning. I mean, in the back of my mind during this whole *thing*, I've kind of thought that it really shouldn't be such a surprise if Bush wins - there are such overzealous people stupid enough out there to support him and vote for him, and his campaign has been focused on getting them all worked up to go out and vote. And they did. Damn.

I'm hoping against hope that something happens with the numbers that gives Kerry a lead, that gives him *something*. Watching the results has really made me feel sick - and depressed. The only good thing, if Bush is reelected, is that he can't run again after he serves out his term. Unless he wants to pass a law that will let him serve for more than eight years, which I wouldn't put past him.

Sorry for being so negative, but golly - this is a really negative time.

All right, on to other topics. No news on the OCD front yet. I'm growing continually [bleeping] miserable, but that's not really news... I'm terribly frustrated and angry at my inability to function and that anger and frustration just produces stress, which doesn't help matters at all... But I've been keeping busy with online stuff - as evidenced by my newest online endeavor:

Some Kind of Blends

Some Kind of Blends, a Kylie Mingoue-only blend challenge site, huzzah! The title is a play on Kylie's song Some Kind of Bliss. I'm such a dork, aren't I? ;) This isn't that big of a deal unless you're into either blends or Kylie, but I thought I'd mention it anyway. I hope it gets an entry or two! One can always hope... "A good, solid hope is worth a cartload of certainties" - my favorite quote ever, from Doctor Who. Which is kind of funny, seeing as it's the same show that gave us (ok, gave Who fans) the immortal "No, not the mind probe!". Anyways...

Cheery bye, Scarlett

//Listening to:
Tightrope (Kylie Minogue)