This Is This

Except it isn’t yet, but it’s bound to be.

Part of feeling blue is knowing that things are going to get worse when you already feel bad. I often wonder if mild depression is made worse because you’re aware of how pitiful you sound.

It’s like the CS Lewis thing. It’s 4:10pm outside and already it’s dark as arseholes. I really miss the sunshine. 

I’m just back from a morning in Kensington where the people are really attractive but probably neurotic. I think maybe they must be, because you look at people and see how they are dressed really smart and groomed to double figures just to go out food shopping. Meantime, I’m wandering around in jeans and fleece looking not so much like a vision as a rumour of a sighting.

Still, the pineapple I just ate made me feel a bit better, but that’ll be out of my system long before it gets light.

I shouldn’t really blog when I feel like this. I should have a moodalizer that I have to breath into before I can access my publishing dashboard.

I will feel better. I had a really nice evening out last night which I will talk about in the week, which promises to be very busy as life gears up for the home straight of this year.

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