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Flattened by a Meatball Sub

In any other sense, this would just be damn funny. A human being made depressed by meatball sub. I can just hear Jay Leno's audience cracking up at the headline. But it's a true story. I found myself ravenous, entered the local Subway—a place I hardly ever frequent—and ordered something I rarely order, a meatball sub. For a normal person it is just a sandwich, for me, it was one of my Dad's favorites.

Now, I've been known to read into things a little much and even, yes even, to whine every now and then. But that one sandwich flipped my mood to match the grey skies and steady rain that fell most of the day today. And why do I need to share this? Well, hell, I don't know what else to do with it. I mean I could sit on it, but I already know that makes me short-tempered and irritable (just ask my family) as well as very sleepy. Matter of fact, I'm not sure where I'm getting the energy to type this because what I really want to do is go to bed and hide under the covers. (I used to love doing that as a kid, with a flashlight and my favorite comics).

And seeing that there is no comic book here, and the only hand-written journal around is my now 'travel' journal all that was left was my on-line version of my daily sojourn. Which as of late, is much like a trampoline, up and down, up and down, with the occasional somersault thrown in for good measure.

And since I think I know most of the people who take time out of their busy lives to read something about mine, well, I'm out to share. I don't need replies so much as a little sunshine, a good round tomorrow (courtesy of a printer buddy of mine) and not to buy any more meatball subs for a long while. Besides, I like Italian grinders much better anyways. What was I thinking?