"Or if you wanna blow up moons."
A very sunny and warm day. Our high was 85F.
I continue to fight this idiotic, infuriating bout of depression. Night comes around and I feel better, and then every morning I wake and it's with me again. It's got this bullshit elliptical orbit through my mind, and it keeps me all but paralyzed. Or it makes me think that I am paralyzed. Tomorrow I am working, I do not care how disinterested in my continued existence I might be.
But it has exhausted me. I slept 4 hours last night, at most.
“To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart.” ~ Daniel Patrick Moynihan
“I have heard the languages of apocalypse, and now I shall embrace the silence.” ~ Neil Gaiman
Four fucking hours, filled with nightmares.
The afternoon's film was James Gunn's Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) - yes, that movie is a decade old. And last night we did not go back to Interview with the Vampire. There was something in the description of the fifth episode, something like "Claudia goes to college." And Kathryn and I were both like, oh fuck this shit. So, instead, we watched the first five/sixths of David E. Kelley's adaptation of Tom Wolfe's A Man in Full, which was not even remotely disappointing. I just no longer have any time left whatsoever to intentionally spend on mediocrity.
Since all the dental work back on February 14th, my weight has gone from 163lbs to 177-178lbs. I was hoping to hit 180lbs by my birthday, so...I'm pretty much there. My clothes fith again.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. As I scramble to get something written that someone will pay me for, this is one of the ways we are making ends meet.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:11 p.m.
I continue to fight this idiotic, infuriating bout of depression. Night comes around and I feel better, and then every morning I wake and it's with me again. It's got this bullshit elliptical orbit through my mind, and it keeps me all but paralyzed. Or it makes me think that I am paralyzed. Tomorrow I am working, I do not care how disinterested in my continued existence I might be.
But it has exhausted me. I slept 4 hours last night, at most.
“To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart.” ~ Daniel Patrick Moynihan
“I have heard the languages of apocalypse, and now I shall embrace the silence.” ~ Neil Gaiman
Four fucking hours, filled with nightmares.
The afternoon's film was James Gunn's Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) - yes, that movie is a decade old. And last night we did not go back to Interview with the Vampire. There was something in the description of the fifth episode, something like "Claudia goes to college." And Kathryn and I were both like, oh fuck this shit. So, instead, we watched the first five/sixths of David E. Kelley's adaptation of Tom Wolfe's A Man in Full, which was not even remotely disappointing. I just no longer have any time left whatsoever to intentionally spend on mediocrity.
Since all the dental work back on February 14th, my weight has gone from 163lbs to 177-178lbs. I was hoping to hit 180lbs by my birthday, so...I'm pretty much there. My clothes fith again.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. As I scramble to get something written that someone will pay me for, this is one of the ways we are making ends meet.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:11 p.m.