monday morning thought

on a grey monday, while walking to the office with a hangover, the tune in my head:

"If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad"

never been a great fan of sheryl's but these lyrics kinda describe how sometimes the whole thing of living in the uk is killing me, even though i know i'm happier here than i would be elsewhere at the moment. [also defined as schizophrenia]