"Something more than mockery."

This morning I woke up to "Disintegration" by The Cure. When I got dressed, I donned my former teenage uniform: A black t-shirt with a denim skirt and black sneakers. And then I proceeded to put on some crazy eyeliner and bright red, Robert Smith colored lipstick (unsmeared).

Also, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to go home and watch some "Twin Peaks."

So apparently it's 1990 today. What the hell? Is this what a mid-life crisis feels like?