One of those days

I'm currently in a state of mad emotion-y-ness. As in crying in the Sound of Music, wanting to punch mother in the face, needing a hug, needing to knife something, wishing for kittens.

What is happening in this silly old brain? I've been largely ignoring its little tantrums today and using music and movies to shut it up.

No Rain by Blind Melon:

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane
I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
escape......escape......escape......
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
Its not sane......it's not sane