My Cold Black Heart

Tuesday I wrote about not being cynical and grumpy.

Wednesday I was pretty cynical about the pope being named Time's person of the year.

Today is just a grumpy day - ask my family.

Asked yesterday why I "hate happiness" (and hoping that was friendly sarcasm), the answer is "I don't, but I guess sometimes my heart gets a bit cold and a bit blackened."

In proof and honor of my dry sense of humor, here's today's tribute - from Joan Jett and the Blackhearts.