I woke up this morning with a funny taste in my head. Speckled some butter over my whole grain bread.Something tastes different, maybe it's my tongue. Something tastes different, suddenly I'm not so young.I'm just a stranger, even to myself. A re-arranger of the proverbial bookshelf. Don't be a fool girl, tell him you love him. Don't be a fool girl, you're not above him.

You make me think that maybe I won't die alone..

Sigh. That song's been on replay in my head.