Yes I would like cheese with MY whine

I have nothing productive to write about - actually probably not anything funny either. Just feel like writing. It's 11 o'clock and I should be sleeping- I was almost there but couldn't quite make it so here I sit listening to my favorite sad songs and loving every lonely minute of it.

No no really I'm fine. What good is an emotion if you can't savor it a bit - happy or sad - live in it and relish it while it lasts. It's not necessarily a bad thing to feel melancholy now and then. Hallelujah - the version by Jeff Buckley - is the song I'm currently listening to and it's heartbreaking and beautiful and I love it - it's almost like a religious experience - or what I think a religious experience would/should be like/is like for me. Makes me feel closer to God, god, the big thing in the sky, Jesus in the trees.

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well baby I've been here before
I’ve seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who'd out drew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah