Second verse, same as the first.
It's been a month since I sang the Woe Is Me Aria, and nothing has changed.
I don't care about gardening. The plants are wilting. W'ever.
I don't care about baking. Too much bother. Let me repeat. Baking is too much bother.
I don't care about beer. It all tastes the same. Partly because it is all the same, because I've been drinking the same brand for over a month for affordability reasons. Which fact is something that in itself should be depressing, but I really don't care because I don't care about beer and I'm resigned to the way my life is... and round and round we go...
I don't care about sex because it's too much bother. WHAT. THE. FUCK. (sorry baby, so sorry)
I recognize these things as alarm bells, but I just don't care. I sit on the sofa, watch videos and knit.
On the other hand, speaking of video, I'm still able to fangirl. That is, the final ten minutes of last night's Game of Thrones was the most magnificent, brilliant, almost-literally-awesome scene I've watched since I don't remember when. Hannibal is intriguing and I'm willing to go along for the ride. And OMG the mind-bogglingly inaccurate yet visually beautiful Vikings continues to amuse me no end because I just think of it as fantasy show. Srsly, the episode that just aired made me think LOL PENNSIC. It also makes me want to lick the screen to get at all the yummy, sweaty, barbaric eye candy. I think I want to be Floki, and I think that is significant.
Anyway, pillmonger appointment on Wednesday, and appointment being arranged to start up with my therapist again.
And that's what's me right now.
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I don't care about gardening. The plants are wilting. W'ever.
I don't care about baking. Too much bother. Let me repeat. Baking is too much bother.
I don't care about beer. It all tastes the same. Partly because it is all the same, because I've been drinking the same brand for over a month for affordability reasons. Which fact is something that in itself should be depressing, but I really don't care because I don't care about beer and I'm resigned to the way my life is... and round and round we go...
I don't care about sex because it's too much bother. WHAT. THE. FUCK. (sorry baby, so sorry)
I recognize these things as alarm bells, but I just don't care. I sit on the sofa, watch videos and knit.
On the other hand, speaking of video, I'm still able to fangirl. That is, the final ten minutes of last night's Game of Thrones was the most magnificent, brilliant, almost-literally-awesome scene I've watched since I don't remember when. Hannibal is intriguing and I'm willing to go along for the ride. And OMG the mind-bogglingly inaccurate yet visually beautiful Vikings continues to amuse me no end because I just think of it as fantasy show. Srsly, the episode that just aired made me think LOL PENNSIC. It also makes me want to lick the screen to get at all the yummy, sweaty, barbaric eye candy. I think I want to be Floki, and I think that is significant.
Anyway, pillmonger appointment on Wednesday, and appointment being arranged to start up with my therapist again.
And that's what's me right now.
This entry was originally posted at http://spiderine.dreamwidth.org/558114.html. There are
comments over there. I've disabled LJ's Facebook and Twitter cross-posting idiocy as much as I can, but if you're especially concerned, feel free to comment there.