Patsy Cline Said It Best

I feel like I'm about to go crazy, and not in the typical fun way.  Not just from the feelings of loneliness inspired by the book, but from other thoughts that have emerged from the imbroglio of my mind, and some minor developments that occurred over the course of this dreadful day.

I want to go for a walk to clear my mind for a little bit, but it's raining, which means I have to decide between walking in the rain (with the umbrella, of course), or staying in and going nuts.

I found one of my favorite CDs today.  It had been missing since...Well, at least since Christmas.  I can't remember if I had it last August or not.  It is the CD I always played at the start of a roadtrip.  I know I didn't have it going to Florida (much to my dismay) for Christmas.  I can't remember if I had it going to Cincinnati or not.

Right now, I could put in five CDs in my CD player...my five "painfully beautiful" CDs  It's tempting.  I've been on the verge of tears all day from the book.  A good cry could be therapeutic as well.