Jun 23, 2015 23:13
Two weeks into the new job, most of it spent battling a cold that really doesn't want to leave me alone. This may account for some of my bad and doom ridden feelings, feeling that swirl around me thickly on some days. I seem to do better later in the evening. I am neither a morning nor a night person, which seem to indicate I may not get much out of life in general. I think the early evening ought to last much longer.
I bought myself a slew of new t shirts yesterday, and one secondhand Skinny Puppy one that I managed to wangle a fifty per cent discount. The Puppy have been getting played a lot by me, along with startling amounts of Depeche Mode. When I'm fragile in either mind or body, I seem to respond by going far more old school goth in my tastes. I suppose it's a comfort thing. Familiarity and all that. I pull the aural blankie over me and wriggle into myself. I guess it also helps that I find at least some members of both bands rather sexy. Occasionally my sleeping brains likes to throw me a fun erotic curveball (Raul Esparza? Ok then) but again I'm looking for comfort, which often isn't very sexy, except when it is.