I am happy. I am sad.

miei cari, no, you don't actually need to call the psychiatric hospital to get me locked away. It's always the same: when things are about to change I am happy. And I am sad. Now, if I was a poet I would write something artistic. If I was a musician I would get high like the sunflower and write some monochord piece of crap and pretend that it's very artistic. Being me, I go get the stuff out of the washing machine.