as is any day your bike gets stolen, your house is a mess, and your life is in limbo. it’s fucking tiring. i keep having morning dreams about friends and people that i haven’t seen in a while, and i don’t understand why. i wake up, think about getting in touch with them, decide it’s a whatever-sort-of choice. “i had a dream about you so here i am getting in touch,” no… no not quite, thanks. i’m in a bad mood and my radio alarm clock is set to this oldies r&b music about all the bad things happening in their lives, and them not knowing what to do about it either: terrible lovers, wanting to go home, not enough dough, wanting to be with their babies. no stolen bike song yet, maybe i should work on that.
i know i should feed myself, clean my place, clean myself and i’ll feel much better. if it weren’t for my cats all snuggling on my bed i’d be totally uninterested in trying to feel better. top it off with a glowing grey sky; clouds all around is depressing, i’d rather it would just rain.
here’s the ad, but i’m not hopeful.