i’m so down in the dumps and frowny today that even new books couldn’t cheer me up. not even the imported tasty belgian chocolates that seamus brought in could bring a geniune smile to my face. though, i can tell you, i have plastered on enough fake smiles today that my cheeks hurt. i’m sad and weepy. if i were 15 i’d lock myself in my bedroom, sit on the floor crying, and listen to Air Supply, Journey, and REO Speedwagon (i wasn’t cool enough at that age to listen to the cure, depeche mode, or the smiths). but since i am a grown-up, i am at work and listening to super sappy songs that include: paul westerberg’s “whatever makes you happy,” the eels’ “i’m going to stop pretending that i didn’t break your heart,” and the awesome “excuse me while i break my own heart tonight” by whiskeytown.
in other news, the kidlings are coming en masse and in costume tonight. i’m kind of excited to see the peanut dressed up as a fire truck.