Nov 12, 2012 21:47
Right - o...I feel like I can't make the right decision or go in the right direction, so I just sit still and make myself small. People leave me alone; I'm quiet and small.
Yea, I'm having a bout of depression...that disease that strikes all sober Irishmen. Yea, I'm sober - have been for a month or so. Wish I could say I like myself better, but truth be told - I'd kill for a Bass Ale. Sobriety is overrated. Yes, I remember my ideas and things I utter under my breath, but I think I'm better when I've got a pint or two in the belly. I know I'm funnier - hell, I have a sense of humor...it's just lost at the moment. Ah, but here I sit...in my lonely walk-up...and no, telly not on - just nothing on I want to waste my time watching. For noise I've put on Dave Edmonds - catchy and not too deep in the words dept.
Think I'll take a bath and a lie down. Off tomorrow - no where to go...just have time off so took it. Still waiting to hear about the money situation. I might hit my sister up for a bit of capital investment if the legit falls through. She's said "no" to me before, but not for a while and I have this idea all on paper - which looks good. Between us we could do this!
I'm rambling and not making any sense...OK - I'm off