March 31: Blugh. It was 82 and sunny on Monday and everyone was flooded with happy endorphins and hope—hope!—and now it’s gray and cold and crappy, crappy and I am full of the blues. There is, as GK says, a mysterious law that says that the return of craptastic weather after springiness is the direct result of hope. There’s a Beth Orton song that goes something like “If I’d never seen the sun shine/I wouldn’t mind the rain.” Yeah, that’s today.
My most favorite people are out of town or busy and I am alone. I’m feeling too quiet and contemplative to force myself to go out with someone else just for the company. At least the gray is an excuse to stay in and be whiney and blah, but really… I’m pretty sick of the inside of my apartment. There’s plenty to do here—sift through stacks of papers and get organized, read, do homework, laundry, watch the latest Netflix arrival (a war documentary selected by my sweetheart—hello, depression!), write and send out submissions and such productive results-generating kinds of things.
Rather, I’ve decided do something effortless that involves being around people I don’t actually have to talk to, which leaves me with going to a movie (it’s a perfect movie day) and church (which I may or may not follow through on).
April. Bring ooonnnnn April.
Meanwhile, I notice I have a few more visitors that I don’t know. Someone from Denver. Hello Denver! And Brooklyn (Buck? Is that you?), someone from somewhere in the US who visits me in the middle of the night (Hello, uh, unknown insomniac!) and Malaysia. Drop me a comment, people. Say hello.
My most favorite people are out of town or busy and I am alone. I’m feeling too quiet and contemplative to force myself to go out with someone else just for the company. At least the gray is an excuse to stay in and be whiney and blah, but really… I’m pretty sick of the inside of my apartment. There’s plenty to do here—sift through stacks of papers and get organized, read, do homework, laundry, watch the latest Netflix arrival (a war documentary selected by my sweetheart—hello, depression!), write and send out submissions and such productive results-generating kinds of things.
Rather, I’ve decided do something effortless that involves being around people I don’t actually have to talk to, which leaves me with going to a movie (it’s a perfect movie day) and church (which I may or may not follow through on).
April. Bring ooonnnnn April.
Meanwhile, I notice I have a few more visitors that I don’t know. Someone from Denver. Hello Denver! And Brooklyn (Buck? Is that you?), someone from somewhere in the US who visits me in the middle of the night (Hello, uh, unknown insomniac!) and Malaysia. Drop me a comment, people. Say hello.
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