Melancholy, this is definitely melancholy. It isn't about the shoes though. See, all it took was a little upward curl of my lip to show the store's owner a glimpse, just a hint, of the fangs which are hidden beneath, to set her off on a chorus of apologies. It isn't qs either, he's being as sweet as my favorite chocolate mousse cake, but it's so nice to be soothed though, to have someone make an effort to show you that he appreciates you. Maybe it's the food, the fact that both oyster cake and my favorite salads have taken a hiatus from my digestive system. Maybe it's the worrisome ache in my throat, and my clogged nose. Maybe it's pre-menstrual stress. It's still melancholic.