would that this were a poast about Tower of Power or the Meters... alas it's only about feeling like crap.. got the frickin swollen throat that feels like a cracked brake shoe in my neck... and as if that wasn't bad enough I got the ennui bad.
it's not rational but it is real and it sucks...
I just want to sleep until I'm feeling a little more into this being alive thing.
what is it about days that makes some fine or even great and others seem like there never was such a thing as a fine or great day?.. how does one end up in one space or another when nothing has really changed?
meh..
blah...
fizzzuck it...
I'm mad Trump overuses the ellipsis... I've been doing that forever and now it just makes me feel horrible to have anything even so mundane as that in common with him.
somebody throw something at me. this poast is a miserable self pitying indulgence I honestly should not afford myself.
not to make it all about me but I had some vicarious spark of lightness starting with the idea of your date and a thanksgiving holiday... so much for that.. oh well.
that's too bad the live experience did not match the online... better luck next time you get around to it.
I'm pretty sure this is the song that won my wife over back in college on a mixtape I made for her
**************** TBH the fact that you're even a mod here fits squarely within Jag's narrative of OK-sanctioned aggression, bullying, and toxicity. *shrug*
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