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Wow. So that was kind of a fucked-up post. Doomsday funks aren't fun, but I suppose that they're "normal" when you were raised as an excommunicated Catholic and learned religion and Revelation from pop culture, with sources such as The X-Files, Unsolved Mysteries, and, well, Madonna.

For the record, I don't think that the apocalypse is dawning. And I am not crazy. Perhaps I'm just another victim of media fear and paranoia. Perhaps I'm wishing I was foolish enough to not realize what this really is about: the ongoing end of a relationship, not the end of the world. The symbolism and transference is not lost on me. Much as I want to ignore it, I get it.

It's just... when I showered this morning, it was one of those mornings when you can't recall your last shower. You know you took one the day before, but you can't recall it. You can't recall any showers before, not specifically. It's a rare kind of trance, some kind of shower amnesia.

...And you can't remember if you already washed your hair, so you do it again, just to be safe. It was one of those days.

So here's another Madge tune to throw at you, perhaps one of her best, one without scripture. "X-Static Process"—odd title, amazing song.

Jesus Christ will you look at me
Don't know who I'm supposed to be
Don't really know if I should give a damn
When you're around, I don't know who I am
...
I always wished that I could find someone as beautiful as you
But in the process I forgot that I was special too
I always wished that I could find someone as talented as you
But in the process I forgot that I was just as good as you