Will Return
Thursday. An odd feeling around noon that has lasted now into the evening. The head is better. Yes, it still hurts in various ways in the same and similar places, but - I don't know - my outlook seems better, the head clearer, the energy higher and this has resulted in laundry in the washer and thoughts of setting up another studio session (which believe me, is a good sign). This hasn't happened in a while. So I'll cross my fingers - now that I've jinxed it - and have a celebratory flask of sake. Or had you guessed?
No one can tell from reading this journal whether you're a toss pot or a teaser and, I might add: a no talent, not clever, what in the hell are you doing here toss pot of a teaser at that.
I am the Sole Proprietor and my laundry is in the washer and life is good. Here in Oakland.
Friday. I'm tending toward toss pot, after the sake last night, although the morning has been reasonably clear. A continuation of the feeling described yesterday, which is good. Very good. Gooder than good. But again: cross the fingers, sing a small song to ask favor of the gods and pet Ms. Emmy before I leave for work to cover the bases I can remember in my new less encumbered state.
Your sensibilities, not to mention your writing, suffer in this “upbeat” mood.
There is always an adjustment period. Kind of like your anti-depressant med kicking in for the first time. A couple of weird entries, a couple of overly ambitious photo sessions and normal will return.
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