Knock knock. Muse opens door. I come in. Muse sits on sofa, types on laptop. I sit beside her. Muse's feet in my lap. I rub them. Muse not very attentive or talkative, chats on laptop. I pretend not to mind, since she asked me to come over and is mostly now ignoring me. Fifteen minutes later, I get up to leave. Muse, sensing I'm put out, gives me a big hug. "Thanks for coming over." "Of course. Call me tomorrow, we'll do lunch." I leave, come home, and am irritated.
Major Irritant of the Day and Previous Evening (Edited Solely Because it's Too Irritating to Talk About)
My laptop at 2am last night: kersphizzit. Dead logic board, the fourth such blowout in two years. Apple Genius tells me to call Apple Care and demand a new laptop. "Duh," I respond. Current posts written on six year old, crash-prone desktop. I am irritated.
The End
Afterward: Everyone I know and love, and I do mean everyone, is depressed tonight (including, oddly, myself). What gives? And what can we do about it?
Blah.
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I think Sinead O'Connor summed it up best when she said
"There's millions of people
To offer advice and say how I should be
But they're twisted
And they will never be any influence on me
But you will always be."
I don't think much of anything is going to chase me out of this funk tonight. I think it best I take my funky ass to bed.
PS- Rufus Wainwright has the most fucking amazing voice. I haven't listened to him enough lately...but goddamn. Givin' me chills listening to him playing live on Carson Daly's late night crapfest.
We're going to have to start keeping track and seeing if we're always funked at the same time or not. That would be completely weird, but somehow predictable.
-B
*pounce*
but i meant Ali's sexy pinup gal.
was that pounce for me? or her?
i'm too confused for this today. :)
-B
I'm just happy to be here...
yep, she is. :P
-B
--E
(PS-- big ups to you for using the word 'blipvert'......)
And hey, what can I do? You know how it is when you're depressed off your ass and you can't really do anything about it. You just grab the emotional surfboard and try to ride the waves. Hopefully the undertoad won't pull me down to a watery grave...
Yeah, I know all too well about not being able to do shit about how you feel...... I mean, eventually, you'll snap out of it......... I know you will....... (Listen to some Rolling Stones. It's helping me today.......)
Bah.
Hope you get to feeling better, ol' bean.