It's now a little after midnight and  I am still uncomfortable spilling my guts to total strangers and wonder  if anyone out there identifies with the following phrases: "moody musings", "melancholy melodies" and/or "mundane mutterings"?? 

Someone once told me that I should get a copy of  "The Feeling Good Handbook" and reread it night after night from cover to cover before slipping into unconsciousness. They promised that it would help me stop drumming on the humdrum and dancing on the pinhead's brain.

Meanwhile it is getting much too late tonight, and once again I feel this sense of urgency pressing from deep inside my interstitial membranes threatening to burst free and send me skyrocketing toward Venus, Jupiter or some yet unnamed planet floating in the otherworldly vastnesses between the voids.