Sitting in the park. We can only sit so much.
It's been raining off and on for two days now. The snow in front is mostly gone, though there is a huge lake halfway down the driveway. I've tried shoveling the remaining snow away from that spot, pushing the water off the sides and driving especially fast through it to disperse the flood when I come and go, but it doesn't resolve anything. There's always been a low spot there and the water collecting there is inevitable. Someday, in the near future, the driveway is going to have to be resurfaced or replaced. That particular issue will have to be solved then.
I was somewhat disappointed to learn yesterday that the most lyrically dynamic song of Kirin Callinan's I heard and enjoyed was actually a cover. Apparently, 'The Homosexual' is from 2009. I don't even remember the original artist, as I'd never heard of him. But there were enough pretentious know-it-alls in the comments of Kirin's video "thanking" him for "bringing attention" to this other artists. People are so insufferable.
Yes, so the song that I really thought was lyrically brilliant was written by someone else. I still really like Kirin's other music and I'm still going through it. I guess in 2018 the guy got in trouble for flashing on some red carpet. He was wearing a kilt and lifted it to the cameras to show he wasn't wearing any underwear. The only unfortunate thing about it all was that he apologized. After all, it was only the press he flashed, and they are subhuman anyway.
One of the articles had this fat, black singer bitch commenting on it. Some artist I'd never heard of. OF COURSE, she acted as somehow "so affected" by the incident (I don't even think she witnessed it). I swear, any chance to act like a victim. Would liberals, specifically black, female or gay liberals, have ANY identity at all if they couldn't play the victim and blame everyone else for their shortcomings?
Speaking of music, the Sparrow and the rest are going to a concert tonight in the city. I had the option to go, but I hate the city now and I've been pretty anti-concert since the last few I went to in the late 2000s were ruined by whores on their cellphones. And that was before society became what it is now, where every narcissist has to record or photograph every moment of their existences. I cannot imagine, nor do I want to, how awful concerts are now when 90% of the people in attendance are looking through their phone screens trying to act as if the entire show is all about them.
It's Story Of The Year as well. I had a couple of their songs, but I was never a huge fan. I am not even sure who it would take to get me back into a concert venue. There was someone old playing at the Hard Rock last year that I would have absolutely gone and seen. I want to say Tom Jones, but I don't think it was him... but it was someone in that same vein. But, the Sparrow said that shows there are ridiculously overpriced. Another reason I lost interest in going to concerts.
Work has been absolutely dead all week and I've made little effort to fill the gaps of time. I know this behavior always catches up with me. I've just felt so disinterested in all of it. Being on this constant deathwatch with Apollo doesn't help. Not that I want him to drop dead, it's just hard to sit here watching him slowly go downhill. It takes its toll emotionally.
Monday was the deadline I set for us to cancel the Mardi Gras trip, so that is disappointing too. Though I am mostly fine with not going. I'll be disappointed on the day, but we already have potential plans to go sit at the bar down the road that afternoon and just chill since I'll likely be taking at least three of the five original days off I'd scheduled.
Something does need to happen with the general lack of motivation I am feeling. Not just with work, but across the board. I realize it is winter, the worst time one should expect themselves to be high energy. But, you can't use the weather as an excuse forever. We went from super wet and mild, to super cold and snow, back to super wet and mild. I can't even go outside and feed the birds without sloshing around in mud. Half the yard is under pools of water. I had to bring in all the bird feeders and clean them because they were soaked and the seed inside wet and rotting. I only put a couple back out there so I didn't have to go through the cleaning again in another week since we have more rain in the forecast.
I think what I need is a change of pace. Unfortunately, that change of pace was supposed to be the trip to NOLA. And now that that isn't happening, everything just feels dull and lifeless. And again, I am not wishing for the death or demise of my feline companion Apollo. But, it is so difficult knowing that his end is coming, and yet he'll have periods where it seems like it will happen in hours and then he bounces back to close as he can get to normal. It's this emotional rollercoaster and it is exhausting me.
I just want out of this house, away from work and away from the routine. Even if just for a couple days. I don't think that request should seem so insane. Yet, the universe won't allow it to happen.
I was somewhat disappointed to learn yesterday that the most lyrically dynamic song of Kirin Callinan's I heard and enjoyed was actually a cover. Apparently, 'The Homosexual' is from 2009. I don't even remember the original artist, as I'd never heard of him. But there were enough pretentious know-it-alls in the comments of Kirin's video "thanking" him for "bringing attention" to this other artists. People are so insufferable.
Yes, so the song that I really thought was lyrically brilliant was written by someone else. I still really like Kirin's other music and I'm still going through it. I guess in 2018 the guy got in trouble for flashing on some red carpet. He was wearing a kilt and lifted it to the cameras to show he wasn't wearing any underwear. The only unfortunate thing about it all was that he apologized. After all, it was only the press he flashed, and they are subhuman anyway.
One of the articles had this fat, black singer bitch commenting on it. Some artist I'd never heard of. OF COURSE, she acted as somehow "so affected" by the incident (I don't even think she witnessed it). I swear, any chance to act like a victim. Would liberals, specifically black, female or gay liberals, have ANY identity at all if they couldn't play the victim and blame everyone else for their shortcomings?
Speaking of music, the Sparrow and the rest are going to a concert tonight in the city. I had the option to go, but I hate the city now and I've been pretty anti-concert since the last few I went to in the late 2000s were ruined by whores on their cellphones. And that was before society became what it is now, where every narcissist has to record or photograph every moment of their existences. I cannot imagine, nor do I want to, how awful concerts are now when 90% of the people in attendance are looking through their phone screens trying to act as if the entire show is all about them.
It's Story Of The Year as well. I had a couple of their songs, but I was never a huge fan. I am not even sure who it would take to get me back into a concert venue. There was someone old playing at the Hard Rock last year that I would have absolutely gone and seen. I want to say Tom Jones, but I don't think it was him... but it was someone in that same vein. But, the Sparrow said that shows there are ridiculously overpriced. Another reason I lost interest in going to concerts.
Work has been absolutely dead all week and I've made little effort to fill the gaps of time. I know this behavior always catches up with me. I've just felt so disinterested in all of it. Being on this constant deathwatch with Apollo doesn't help. Not that I want him to drop dead, it's just hard to sit here watching him slowly go downhill. It takes its toll emotionally.
Monday was the deadline I set for us to cancel the Mardi Gras trip, so that is disappointing too. Though I am mostly fine with not going. I'll be disappointed on the day, but we already have potential plans to go sit at the bar down the road that afternoon and just chill since I'll likely be taking at least three of the five original days off I'd scheduled.
Something does need to happen with the general lack of motivation I am feeling. Not just with work, but across the board. I realize it is winter, the worst time one should expect themselves to be high energy. But, you can't use the weather as an excuse forever. We went from super wet and mild, to super cold and snow, back to super wet and mild. I can't even go outside and feed the birds without sloshing around in mud. Half the yard is under pools of water. I had to bring in all the bird feeders and clean them because they were soaked and the seed inside wet and rotting. I only put a couple back out there so I didn't have to go through the cleaning again in another week since we have more rain in the forecast.
I think what I need is a change of pace. Unfortunately, that change of pace was supposed to be the trip to NOLA. And now that that isn't happening, everything just feels dull and lifeless. And again, I am not wishing for the death or demise of my feline companion Apollo. But, it is so difficult knowing that his end is coming, and yet he'll have periods where it seems like it will happen in hours and then he bounces back to close as he can get to normal. It's this emotional rollercoaster and it is exhausting me.
I just want out of this house, away from work and away from the routine. Even if just for a couple days. I don't think that request should seem so insane. Yet, the universe won't allow it to happen.