Unwell

Sitting at Casella’s, watching the rain pour down on vehicular wind-shields, ruminating over last night’s events, and forking down a slice of Veggie Pizza in anticipation of tonight’s revelry at the Glee-Club’s (not to be confused with the gay-club) FOAM PARTY, I heard the perfect song depicting my current state: Unwell by Matchbox Twenty. In retrospect to last night’s events, it seems that the random cadences of certain tunes is not so random in my perfectly choreographed life. But I am still disconcerted by the magical recurrence of "the perfect song" at the perfect time. Anyway, I’m sure you’ve heard the song and like it and everything. But if you haven’t heard it or don't like it, then you're even a bigger dork than I thought you were. Either way, here are the lyrics for your edification.

All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on
Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown
And I don't know why

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be...me

I'm talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind

I've been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

Yeah, how I used to be
How I used to be
Well, I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be
I'm just a little unwell