I'm not particularly unhappy, I'm not particularly cabin-feverish. So I have no idea why I'm identifying so readily with "The Taste of Ink" by The Used.

Maybe it's the blur of days gone by, where I have lost all track of time because I'm constantly working towards deadlines that are anywhere from a day to 10 days away (though that's the result of working for a newspaper with both daily and weekly updates), and I just feel time slipping away from me. Maybe it's the fact that I'm still single. Maybe it's the fact that I've finally lost all ties to my past with my parents' move to Tucson, which will finally be completed tomorrow and when I go see them for Thanksgiving, it will be in their new home.

Monday is here. Another week begins, another issue to put together.

[Click More for lyrics.] The Used - "The Taste Of Ink"

Is it worth it, can you even hear me
Standing with your spotlight on me
Not enough to feed the hungry
I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now
In this sea of lonely
The taste of ink is getting old
It's four o'clock in the fucking morning
Each day gets more and more like the last day
Still I can see it coming
While I'm standing in the river drowning
This could be my chance to break out
This could be my chance to say goodbye
At last it's finally over
Couldn't take this town much longer
Being half dead wasn't what I planned to be
Now I'm ready to be free

So here I am, it's in my hands
And I'll savor every moment of this
So here I am, alive at last
And I'll savor every moment of this

And won't you think I'm pretty
When I'm standing top the bright lit city
And I'll take your hand and pick you up
And keep you there so you can see
As long as you're alive and care
I promise I will take you there
And we'll drink and dance the night away

As long as you're alive
Here I am
I promise I will take you there