Separate the sorrow... divide and distribute... and take it in a pill form... the william man...the william man can...

I just want to express my displeasure with life. The past few days have been just crap. I think I might have bipolar disorder, where one pole is crap and the other pole is also crap, just slightly more viscous crap. You know. The bubbly kind that makes that sickly, swirly pop. Anyhow, my work life is just falling apart. I'm not doing as well as I should be, and I am certainly not performing to par. I'm disappointing myself and my supervisor. I'm non-productive and slow, and my shiny veneer is starting to fade and the real me is starting to show. Less shiny and less productive, despite my work days running into nights. I was a cow prod away from breaking down today and weeping in front of everyone.

Anyhow, I'm listening to that old song, the candyman, now. I'm betting I could kill to this.

"Who can make a rainbow...
wrap it in a sigh...
smoke it in the sun and make a groovy lemon pie...
the candyman
the candman can"

Yes. For sure. Especially today. Who is this candyman, and who is he to mess with my emotions and go homogenizing them with rainbows and cotton candy? I hate him. He doesn't know me, and his song is annoying me. Damn. Why do I do this to myself? Each year I strive to make my life a little bit harder for myself, and I have probably stepped over my threshold long ago. And here I am, complaining about it instead of doing something about it.

So, if you hate that song too and you want to kill to it, go right ahead, I'll be waiting. We can dual it out. Seriously.

William John.