I'm not the kind

I wonder why I seem to be listening to old Morrissey songs.  I used to have this cassette of "Bona Drag" and I played it to death.  I didn't have many tapes but I listened to most of them over and over.  And over.  Music was about the only thing that kept me company during the late 1980s.   Yes, it's stupid and nostalgic because I'm stupid and nostalgic.  

I have this urge to run.  It's 12:30am and 16 degrees outside, sure, but that doesn't change the fact that I feel like running.  I think I just want to be warm and perhaps hot.  I'm always cold these days because it is cold.  I made a pot of coffee and it did nothing to help.  Caffeine doesn't make me bouncy at all; in fact, I'm the guy at Caribou with his head on the table dozing off.  I know I'm eating because I keep buying food and washing dishes.  Tonight I made some chicken like Stacy does it (mayo + parmesean cheese) and I microwaved some calabacitas veggie mix that was on sale for $1.50.

I hate my haircut.  I'm usually do indifferent when it comes to how I look or what I'm wearing, but I hate my haircut.   Going to some random Cheap/Best/Cuts place never fails to disappoint.