I felt like absolute
garbage, dried out and still stinking, today. All day, really. I was so
*&%#ing depressed I could barely move. Slept most of the afternoon
after church (religion is pretty much a requirement in Dixie, kind of
depressing in itself, but I'm a believer, so it's usually cool with me),
but felt even worse after I got up. Wolfed a bowl of spaghetti, which
just gave me heartburn. Laid my head on the sofa arm and just shut my
eyes and grooved straight into misery. Dragged myself to the grocer's
for weekly foodstuffs, and caught dreary little Dido on the in-store
Muzak, going down with her ship. Fit my mood to a "T".
Cool night, quarter Carolina moon, even some
stars twinkling through the haze and the streetlight glare. So, once I
got the food packed away, off I went, down the sidewalk. No cars, no
people, no nothin' -- just me and my footsteps. The air nipped at my
hands, so I picked up the pace. Within three or four blocks, I was all
better. Made a mile or so, just to make sure. Now it's the witching
hour, and here I am, typing away on my new journal, happy as a clam in
deep water.
LJ orig: 10/29/06
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