Emo without a cause

I'm sort of depressed. Which is weird - there's no reason for it. Nevertheless, the depression trolls that lurk under the metaphoric bridge of my concious mind (be nice, it's 6am) are alert, and jumping on any thought ambling across, that seems like it might lead somewhere miserable.
It's not a matter of just trying to focus somewhere else - really, I'm working very hard to distract myself.
"Well... lets see what's on TV. Hmm ET! Trashy. Has potential.
Brittney Spears! Geez, she looks depressed. And bald. With two mini K-Feds. Sucks to be her."
And then I'm thoughtfully reminded that Brittney is stupidly, stupidly rich and could jet off anywhere at a moment's notice. Its not as if I cared ten seconds ago, but right now this situation seems terribly unfair.

I have a lot of things going right at present. Why the hell do I keep trying to sabotage myself?

Let the record play

Today's Earworm- "Keep your hands off my girl" - Good Charlotte

I didn't load up enough music on my iPod, it's a slightly emo selection and I don't feel emo at all now. Just strange. Disjointed. It's funereal. I'd made some predictions about the future that turned out to be dead wrong. In a good way, but still strange, and the new data means my worldview gets recompiled. (I had another post where I elaborated, but that sort of thing is just begging for the KarmaHammer).

On a personal level things have been pretty good of late... I *know* saying that is asking for trouble, but here we are.

As for the webcomic... working on that, but the next time I natter about that will be when I've posted something.