Doldrums. Every now and then I take a crack at just describing normal everyday junk in my life. So I'm doing that now, here. Every time it happens it's kind of an experiment for me. My mind doesn't comfortably run that way normally, but right now, feels right. Give it a shot.
Man. Since I got back from Back East I can't seem to get it together! I've been hit with a nasty flu though. That's probably the whole explanation. All I've been doing is sleeping, taking crappy, ineffectual flu medicine (is there another kind?) and ready trashy novels. Barely even making progress there.
I was feeling better a couple days ago or thought I was, then I woke up feeling WORSE. I just want to go back to work. I hope I feel better tomorrow.
I haven't even taken my guitar out since I got back. I was writing such great songs. I just don't feel like singing.
Man. This post blows. I need to punch it up a little.
Suddenly there's a pounding at my door. The neighbor's vacuuming stops abruptly. I call out "It's OK! You can keep vacuuming! It's just the door. I'll get it. It's my door it's not your door!"
The pounding abruptly continues.
OK, maybe I'll pick that story up later. For now, I've got to see who's at the door.
One thing's for certain: it's an ass hole, because my doorbell works fine!