There's a new song to accompany the downward spiral of depression! This year it's an extremely draggy and morose version of, "Daydream Believer." I heard while I was shopping at Tuesday Morning and it made me want to kill myself with a deeply discounted Waterford crystal candlestick. It was that painful. Somebody besides sleepy Jean needs to cheer up or at least pick up the tempo. The Monkees called and they are not amused.
What else? So, now I have over-shopped and have returns to make. I should keep it simple. Comet asked for a transformer motorcycle thing and two tinker toys (to replace the two I accidentally stepped on when he left them in the middle of the floor). I now have an argosy of plastic riches hidden away in my closet. Now I have to do my least favorite thing (one of my least favorite, anyway). I have to go back to sassafrassin' Toys R Us and return things!
Maybe I'll just sing a dreary round of "Daydream Believer" and call it a day.
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