My mood has held, anchored like a bright orange sea mark, bobbing up and down, never submerged, never rising above the salt wash. It has held for a week or so. Today I’m the more flat and lethargic than I have been. I don’t want to make it into a deal, not yet, but when one feels even the potential for storm clouds to gather in ominous whispers above ones head, it tends to freak me out a little. I’m not panicked; just watchful.
There’s some heaviness in me today. I’ve struggled to get dressed and to *megaphone* STEP AWAY FROM THE BED. I have given up on being productive today and decided to work within the confines of the lethargy. What does this mean?
Well, for me, I’m thinking about
ICE -CREAM.
I’m contemplating a walk to the local Blockbuster, maybe get a DVD, but the DVD would be little more than a ruse to hide the fact that I have gone out to the DVD shop with the primary goal of coming away with a HUGE, fuck-off-it’s-mine, dirty, great big tub of
ICE-CREAM.
I don’t know if I can even be arsed getting off my arse to do that, but it’s certainly a candidate for what I might do.
Sometimes I think these are the times I should try to reach out to other people and be in company. Maybe being around other people would take my mind off my mind. I generally don’t make that phonecall or text though because a) I can’t decide what I want, b) I don’t feel sociable, even though I would like someone around, but then there’s the discomfort of feeling guilty over being unsociable and c) the effort factor of driving somewhere. There’s a d) but I forgot what it was.
I should end this now (the post, I mean) because my brain is squidgy and slow.
Tomorrow I may be having a change of scenery – a last minute drive somewhere and maybe stay overnight in a place that’s not-here. I will update if that happens.
Yesterday I did quite well. I drove to my friend’s house to watch The Hangover, which was dead funny, had dinner there and then drove back.
My mood has held, anchored like a bright orange sea mark, bobbing up and down, never submerged, never rising above the salt wash. It has held for a week or so. Today I’m the more flat and lethargic than I have been. I don’t want to make it into a deal, not yet, but when one feels even the potential for storm clouds to gather in ominous whispers above ones head, it tends to freak me out a little. I’m not panicked; just watchful.
There’s some heaviness in me today. I’ve struggled to get dressed and to *megaphone* STEP AWAY FROM THE BED. I have given up on being productive today and decided to work within the confines of the lethargy. What does this mean?
Well, for me, I’m thinking about
ICE -CREAM.
I’m contemplating a walk to the local Blockbuster, maybe get a DVD, but the DVD would be little more than a ruse to hide the fact that I have gone out to the DVD shop with the primary goal of coming away with a HUGE, fuck-off-it’s-mine, dirty, great big tub of
ICE-CREAM.
I don’t know if I can even be arsed getting off my arse to do that, but it’s certainly a candidate for what I might do.
Sometimes I think these are the times I should try to reach out to other people and be in company. Maybe being around other people would take my mind off my mind. I generally don’t make that phonecall or text though because a) I can’t decide what I want, b) I don’t feel sociable, even though I would like someone around, but then there’s the discomfort of feeling guilty over being unsociable and c) the effort factor of driving somewhere. There’s a d) but I forgot what it was.
I should end this now (the post, I mean) because my brain is squidgy and slow.
Tomorrow I may be having a change of scenery – a last minute drive somewhere and maybe stay overnight in a place that’s not-here. I will update if that happens.
Yesterday I did quite well. I drove to my friend’s house to watch The Hangover, which was dead funny, had dinner there and then drove back.
My mood has held, anchored like a bright orange sea mark, bobbing up and down, never submerged, never rising above the salt wash. It has held for a week or so. Today I’m the more flat and lethargic than I have been. I don’t want to make it into a deal, not yet, but when one feels even the potential for storm clouds to gather in ominous whispers above ones head, it tends to freak me out a little. I’m not panicked; just watchful.
There’s some heaviness in me today. I’ve struggled to get dressed and to *megaphone* STEP AWAY FROM THE BED. I have given up on being productive today and decided to work within the confines of the lethargy. What does this mean?
Well, for me, I’m thinking about
ICE -CREAM.
I’m contemplating a walk to the local Blockbuster, maybe get a DVD, but the DVD would be little more than a ruse to hide the fact that I have gone out to the DVD shop with the primary goal of coming away with a HUGE, fuck-off-it’s-mine, dirty, great big tub of
ICE-CREAM.
I don’t know if I can even be arsed getting off my arse to do that, but it’s certainly a candidate for what I might do.
Sometimes I think these are the times I should try to reach out to other people and be in company. Maybe being around other people would take my mind off my mind. I generally don’t make that phonecall or text though because a) I can’t decide what I want, b) I don’t feel sociable, even though I would like someone around, but then there’s the discomfort of feeling guilty over being unsociable and c) the effort factor of driving somewhere. There’s a d) but I forgot what it was.
I should end this now (the post, I mean) because my brain is squidgy and slow.
Tomorrow I may be having a change of scenery – a last minute drive somewhere and maybe stay overnight in a place that’s not-here. I will update if that happens.
Yesterday I did quite well. I drove to my friend’s house to watch The Hangover, which was dead funny, had dinner there and then drove back.