No, I'm not writing about the classic Smashing Pumpkins album. If only it were that easy. I'm sure I could spend pages spewing all sorts of love for songs like 1979 and Tonight, but alas, I won't be. I've been melancholy lately. I'm not really known for that particular facet of my personality -- in fact, I do quite well at covering up whatever sadness or weight that I'm bearing with a smile or corny joke. I'm not sure where that comes from, maybe I'm like a chameleon in that way - but instead of skin that blends in with the background, my defense mechanism is humor. My life really isn't bad -- we're having another child in a few months, we have a nice (albeit in need of some repairs) home, Josiah is doing great in school. And heck, I'm not really depressed. Just....melancholy. Simply sad. I think most of it is stress. Michelle left one of her jobs, which is awesome, since she'll be home more. But we'll be taking a somewhat m