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2005-03-21 - 7:58 p.m. >Complaint About Decay Sure, just when I get up a little blog inertia, diaryland craps out on all of us. Now I start from the bottom again. What is it with me? I just am not myself lately. No energy, no desire, just a bit of rufus-water sloshing around the bottom of the bucket.  This is a fungus growing underneath a rotten log. Well that sounds worse than it really is. I am not depressed exactly. I don't know what I am. The world has been treating me alright, except that I am sick again, and am experiencing rapid weight gain. Not that that is the world's fault, really.  This is a common garden slug. But I am not able to really start anything or think of anything or look forward to anything. There I go making things sound worse than they are again. I have such a good life, really, a beautiful amazing supportive girlfriend, a warm plastered roof over my head, a bed with a duvet of egyptian cotton. So I can't complain. I should be feeling carefree and great. But I feel sucky instead. (You heard me right: sucky).  This is a random cat. Friendly, though. Maybe I am just tired and hungry. As usual. Tonight we have vegetarian sloppy joes.  Here is a swamp. Maybe I am just an unhealthy bit of water in a bucket. Maybe I am swamp miasma. Maybe I should change the subject... We are trying to make a healthy but tantalizing menu around here, here are some prospective items: 1) Summer Rolls w/ Peanut Sauce What do you think? Mouth-watering, I do believe. Oh diaryland, you crazy thing, you. I managed to include many repeated clickings of the "add entry" button throughout my very delicious veggie sloppy joe (must invent a name for that - sloppy jane?) dinner. Hi everybody, I miss you. |
