someone has dressed us all like clowns

feeling considerably emotionally under-the-weather with an urge to stay under the covers for days or drive away. dear friend-in-other-city, can i come stay with you? i promise i'll do the dishes and clean the bathroom. i'll also be much better company than i am now. trust me. i'll have more or less to say, whatever you like. east or west or south. it doesn't matter. nowhere feels colder than here.