blah is a 4-letter word

i am frustrated with many people right now, but mostly, myself. especially for ever believing that extreme emotions are rightly stereotyped as juvenile. what makes me disappointed at the moment, is that there is really nobody around to talk with. the microwave sits in the kitchen commanding me to "press start" while it scrolls and continuously repeats, stuck in the middle of an operation, forced open and intercepted too early. with background music playing, the lyrics sung by musicians declare they are pouring out their hearts to lovers. and i am nauseated by the words swimming around in my own head.

good things are happening, so why don't they feel, you know, good?

tonight while driving south on 52, rochester looked so pretty. the foggy sky and the collection of individual city lights appear like stars. a perfect night for a drive to canada.