eSWēHā no rīta ziņoja par pētījumu, kurā atklāts, ka šā gada depresīvākā diena būšot pirmdiena, 24. janvāris. Nevaru nepiekrist. Ij pirmdiena pati par sevi kā nagla pakaļā, ij pēcsvētku depresija makā, kontos un līksmības departamentā (ej nu sazin, kas tas tāds ir, es tik tā prātoju), ij slapjdraņķis klāt kā likts...

Gan jau vēl var atrast kādu iemeslu, kāpēc noslēgties rutīnā un sevī...

Ja arī atrodas kāds prieks, tad drīz vien uzrodas arī kaut kas cits, kas apbrīnojami kompensē visu labo. Tā ja... Tja.

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in your eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather,
In a beautiful world

I wish I was special
So fucking special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice,
When I'm not around

You're so very special,
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

Oh...Oh...
She's running out again...
She's running
She's, run, run, run
Run....

Whatever makes you happy,
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here...

P.S. Radiohead, protams...