When I was much younger, I used to describe my feelings in odd ways. Maybe I was some kind of over-the-top, in-touch-with-my-inner-poet little person back then. I remember telling my mother at one point that I felt like an "R". I have no clear recollection of what that meant. I think it was synonymous with feeling blah - borderline sad - close to tears maybe. Today was a periwinkle day -- not quite a blue day, but definitely not a pink day. Come to think of it, I felt like an "R".
