SSRIs NOW...

Listening to this song:




And of course when I hear the lyrics:

There's a plane at JFK
to fly you back from far away
all those dark and frantic
transatlantic miles

I get a bit sad for home. Ok, a lot sad, and I just think of the imposing 777 jets that routinely fly the JFK-LHR route. There is something almost romantic about the jet with a bit of rain on it, getting ready to taxi down the runway, ready to take you home.

This is why I need fucking anti-depressants. I feel like a fucking midol commercial.