nothing rhymes with "bleech"

i've been feeling slightly "bleech" lately.  not physically ill, just kinda mentally "bleech".  a tad "meh" if you will.  just some stuff.  it'll pass.  how do i know?  because the other day i was all huffy puffy and stompy and growl and grrrrr and then while making the bed i caught this out of the corner of my eye.  it calmed me.

the sun and the plant are really nice, right?  but who cares.
who the heck keeps an vintage bank-line ashtray in their bedroom, i ask you?  well, i do.
because i can.  life is good.