"Somewhere, over the rainbow"

The local weather has been distasteful.
Of a morning, the chill will bite at your ankles and scratch away at your arms. To save yourself, you rug up in your best coat and hope for the best as you stand in the sun awaiting your morning train. To counter, the weather plans ahead with an overcast.
Then you realise you forgot your beanie, so the hair you do have is far from enough to keep your ears toasty because you've had a fight with a ceiling fan and thought headbutting it was a good idea. Bets were made and you lost the dodgy mullet that was cultivating your scalp, leaving your head as clean as a freshly mowed lawn.
Arriving at work, you find the clouds have parted and has begun warming the hearts and souls of every tradie working on the roads, footpaths and train station stairs across town.
You can see the rays dancing seductively outside from the corner of your eyes through the garage and past your employers freshly purchased Chrysler, the light tantelizing you with offers of warmth and comfort while secretly conversing with the winds on how you will suffer when you do accept the offer of pleasure, suggesting blistering gales that tear back your clothes and start with the anklebiting and arm clawing again.

But resisting the urge to bath in a translucent blanket, you find yourself questioning your place in the world finding that what you want to do is within your grasp but you lack the pep to really get yourself to reach for it and grab the throbbing offer.
Could be a lack of masculinity?
Could be a complete lack of motivation?

Then you get distracted. You search for an appropriate picture to link the word "Motivation" and find a match for a rather attractive young lady. You follow the link and find something epic that isn't Tits.

I am an old fan of Sonic the Hedgehog, so I'm sold on this like a Hooker at the Red Light District.
Since I've derailed enough, much like the Brisbane Train Systems, I'm going to leave this where it is.

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And then you listen to them. Truly, this is a sad day for me. I downloaded music with enough screaming guitar to put a Banshee out of its job of prophesizing the death of a loved one.