Yesterday, I woke up in a nasty mood. It continued all through the day, fueled equally by mundane frustrations (missing elevators, slow walkers) and a sense of big trouble brewing (the oncoming electoral triumph of thuggish orc-like seekers of Congressional office). The thing about a scowl is the longer you hold it, the more naturally it fits, even when there's no shortage of sunshine around you. And you end up with this song stuck in your head and feeling kinda good about it. Maybe that good feeling is what keeps the malice inside. I'm sure it will pass.Gallon Drunk - Jake On The Make
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