Thanks to Artemis for the song title. Can't write a melody in my head My throat is sore my sinuses so full I wish that I was dead But I'll go on and accept this task and never stop to ask if I stand a chance to weather twenty-nine days or if ever I can balance just a tiny fraction of everyday life Go forward in blissful denial blithely recording while health suffers, friendships cease, child's neglected, workload increase, social life implodes Clutter in home explodes but all for a good cause - right?   I've got nothing I'm an empty space that's just the way I am and I can't replace/  

Tagses: superb, best song ever, sheer genius, heartwrenchingly elegant, elegaic (we can link these up later)

Link to the mp3 file:
Blissful Denial
Link to this view of the song:
http://song-a-day.netscrap.com/songs/?scrap_id=1767&scrap_category=36