Memoirs of the mental

I know when I’ve had enough, when I have one song stuck on repeat, I think this is at least the 9th iteration of r.e.m’s “losing my religion”

Wait, it just rolled onto the tenth. I guess that means I have to drag myself out of bed, put on a face filled with false bravado, ride to work, try not to think and power through the day.

Then I can come home, stare at a blank screen and listen to R.E.M some more, until this is all over.