Today was one of those days that you wake up, step into the world, and wish you could turn around and go back from whence you came. But the arms of the world catch you as you whirl around, and try as you might you cannot return to the warm cocoon of your bed. Not that it was necessarily bad. It was just a tired, annoying day, filled with people who all wanted something. People who are louder and more ignorant than what is usual. One of those days when you just wish it would pour rain for a very long time, and either you or the world float away in a boat. It doesn't matter which climbs in the boat (though you would kind of like if it were you), the two just must be separate.
And now I am going to my boat, for it is I who am going to float away--in music, and writing...