I can't even remember...if we were lovers...

Yesterday, I started thinking about Held her in my Arms by the Violent Femmes, a song that I am eternally in love with. After ripping my bedroom -- which currently looks like someone broke in and ransacked it, digging for gold -- apart, I found the CD this morning. I'm certain that, after the concert I put on in the shower this morning, my upstairs neighbors now want very bad things to happen to me. I have listened to it at least 20 times today at work, and I bounce around in my chair each and every time.

I could be drowning in a deep pit of depression, and that song would still make me smile.