Same Deep Water As You
I'm in my second day of complete melancholia. It's been years since I've had a sustained episode like this. I'm not at hotline level and I don't fear that it'll get that bad, but I find it a bit unnerving. I try to be the "happy guy" most of the time; not in an annoying way (I hope) but I like to keep my friends and loved ones in good moods. Now, I sound like a effing teary clown painting. Erg.
I physically don't feel well either. But that's my fault. Too much "fun" on Saturday night, which was preceded by too many large ice lattes earlier in the day. Talk about a pendulum swing.
On the bright side, I get to go home to Allison and that's always a treat. I'm a lucky guy. Oh, and the cats. How can anybody not cheer up when faced those rolly-polly fur balls?
2 comments:
I love you.
I get like that sometimes too. It is nice to come home to a spouse and some furry kitties.
I absolutely loved that album when I was a teenager and full of angst. Recently, I bought it on cd and have listened to it- I still love it, but more for the sound than the sentiment. Though it is great background music for malaise, but the past few years I enjoy listening to Radiohead's darker stuff when I am in a funk.
Cheers, man.
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