My wife: "You need a new blog posting. You're last one is too depressing."
Me: "It's still how I feel."
My wife: "[typed approximation of her 'angry' noise, since this conversation took place over IM]"
So here's the new, Prozac-friendly blog posting: a haiku of non-traditional pattern.
I once worried about wearing the same shorts two days in a row
Until I met a woman who wore the same shirt two days in a row.