Dear Alien,

Did you ever have that kind of day when your bones felt hollow and you wanted to keep something that wasn't yours?
Yeah.
We all go through shit like that.
When the days go by so slowly that you're taking it personally,
When you view other people's lives as answers waiting to happen to you,
When you catch sight of a freshly painted apartment with Spring windows so open to air that you'd like to live there instead,
When you smoke to get even with god,
When the light of day is as intrusive as a neighbor who never calls before coming by,
When the promise of sex licks its lips all around you but does not whet appetite,
When nothing you say or do or want or feel can be said or done or gotten or felt,
When time won't stop,
When you just can't dance and never could,
When a call from an old friend chews like old meat,
When the line you got in was NOT shorter,
When you cannot shrug off the lies of this life,
When you'd really rather be Madonna,
When you don't believe this one's for you,
When everything feels too important to be that important,
When the Mercedes won't start,
When the baby keeps crying,
When your favorite dress doesn't suit you,
When nachos make you angry,
When the trees are dusty,
When you don't give a simple shit about who died for your coffee beans,
When you wish you were older or smarter or better or richer or whiter or simpler or deeper or other take heart...

It could be worse...

You could be Florence Henderson.