Sometimes I have something I call the evening blues. At the beginning I had this bitter non explainable feeling only on Sunday evenings. I remember being psychologically nauseous lying on the sofa, flicking trough dull TV shows. But after a short period of time this feeling invaded the seven days of the week and I began to question what was the cause behind it. I found no answer. It was something about myself and thoughts that I couldn't seem to understand. But to be honest as time passes you get tired of questioning and moaning - well maybe only ' the questioning'.... more moaning. However, I feel 'happy' today, whatever 'happy' means.