Thoughts on a cold January Sunday afternoon

I guess I started this blog awhile ago...4 months before I had Cash, then abandoned ship. :)
Today I felt like writing, and I feel like I wanna give up the ole Jenga. The design layouts were driving me nuts, and it was a blog from another life anyways.

Today I'm up at work in the bitter cold. Some guy just left telling me that the 6o-something temperature indoors was downright toasty (he was a roughneck, so I'll give him that one) but I think if I would have known the heater was going to take this long to warm up, I would've worn some coveralls. Or at least some tights.

I have rediscovered Pandora. I'm on my Ray LaMontagne station and oooh its lovely. Makes me wanna curl up with a book (or the internet) and drink some coffee in my comfy sweats. Or some jeans and a scholastic looking cardigan. Man, I love cardigans...

What is it about melancholy music that makes you feel deep? Its really just sad, but for some reason as humans we just wanna feel, even if the feeling is bittersweet or nostalgic. Its like when I was younger and would listen to those songs about how I just wanted to fall in love and get my heart broken because at least I would be feeling something. It seems funny now.