I feel dragged out thin and like the inside of my brain got rubbed smeary with soft cloth. Tired, bored, confined, no adventure, no smoke on the horizon, no sails billowing in salt winds that clean your face and clean my mood and push us out to sea.
Taken to pieces, the engine runs fine. Fine apartment, fine job, fine friends, fine hobbies, there's fine beer in the fine fridge and I just can't bring myself to give a tinker's damn about any of it today.
The engine runs fine, but the wheels don't turn.
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I know exactly what you mean. Feel like I'm stuck in a swamp or something.
Yep. Bogged down for sure.
Sorry to hear it. I feel similarly this week. No desire to even post.
You know I love you.
And you know I love you, too.
Sounds like Groundhog (uh, excuse me- Whistle Pig) Day Syndrome. I'm sorry you're feeling this way. I am.
Oh I so know that feeling. I hope you feel better soon. I was going to say it's just that January feeling, but maybe you're just taking one extra day.
I am too enervated to comment.
Oh, I'll feel up again soon enough. I guess it's a draggy time for everybody.
It's hard to scrape the mucus off the brain sometimes. some possible cures: jalapeno lemonade, cold shower, the last 5 minutes of Rocky 4, a walk around town.
Good luck, it's a tough week.
Well, I did watch Machete last night, so maybe tonight I'll take that walk around.
February is everyone's enemy. We'll all have some pep in our step beofre you know it!
I'm going to choose to believe you.
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