Today, I was going to blog about how much I hate myself. I was going to tell you that I hate myself so much that even blogging is impossible because to take the time to type a blog post requires that you like what you're writing (and yourself) even a little.
Then I read about Luciano Pavarotti's death. I knew he was sick and I knew he would die soon but it doesn't make it less sad.
I can put Nessun Dorma on repeat and listen to it a thousand times and STILL get chills when I hear his voice.
So, I'm bummed today.