It was a cold, rainy, hung over Monday. Another words, it was plain shit all around. I woke up feeling terrible and had to wake up early to boot. A string of bad luck sprinkled out over the day, I couldn't focus, had no creativity and worried at twenty five I was all washed up. Reaching some sort of middle point of uninsanity and normality that was complete stability and boredom. If I thought that I was going down into some sort of happy middle I'd kill myself even if it was a mediocrity of my own standards.
I hope it's just some horribly cruel bi-polar faze. Or maybe, like some say it's just all the drinking. I feel hungry all the time, I always have a headache, I feel tired, and have absolutely no creative energy.
I feel as if I'll be stuck in this Mojito Monday forever. To be so wet with booze and yet so dried up at twenty five. I'm sure it can't last forever. Two weeks isn't that long. Nor would three be much longer. I miss my best friend in Berlin, Cat. She would fix everything by just making me a cup of tea and making me eat some sort of exotic homemade organic vegetarian soup of her own creation with some kind words as a side dish. That'd work.
While waiting for this to be over I'll just wonder around Mojito Monday until I get to Tequila Tuesday.
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1 comments:
awwww man I miss you too!!
i regularly check your blog to see whats going down in Bartmossville! can't wait for April. I will have a cauldron bubbling full of organic delicacies waiting for you!
xxxxxxx
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