Dang it's drab and dreary today. Dark circles drawn 'round my eyes detail a night of dreams; demented, dreadful dreams of danger and remorse. The dreariness drains my energy, creating a day of daze; one where I am scarcely dignified for discussing anything of depth or dimension with anyone. I am definitely not a diva. I am the anti-diva, dad-gum-it. Does this description draw a design of my daily destiny? Damn.