If there’s one feeling I really hate harboring, its regret. Because it takes the slightest excuse for regret to come rushing in. A little hint of deja vu here, a tiny flicker of a memory there, a song that comes on as if by surprise, an old email that suddenly resurfaces. And BAM! I’m reduced to a miserable little pile of regret.
Damn you Donald Fagen, for being so groovy. For reminding me of the past and for bringing regret back to my mind.