For diamonds do appear to be; Just like broken glass to me

I was fine earlier. I was good. I had Cobra Starship and The Academy Is . . . goodness. I got to hear Ryan's paparazzi song and Toby's prostitution song. And of course, I got to see the embodiment of Terry up close and personal. I got to hear two new songs from TAI. I got to hold Beckett's hand for a few seconds.

And suddenly I'm not so good anymore.

Ok, maybe not so suddenly. I don't really know.

I wish there was something I could do. But I can't. Not even listen. All I can do is blather on about model trains and purple crayons and jagulars. Maybe that's all that's needed from me. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. But I will continue to do it, because it's all I can do, and I want to help. And because I hope it does help.

And seriously, that's not even why I've suddenly crashed. Not totally. Most of it's just me being moody. Again. And there's an emotional story I'm reading and I'm finding a lot of new, slightly depressing, meanings to songs I already knew.

So. Who wants to slap me now? Go on. It might just do me some good.