And here we are and it's a gray Monday and depression has leaked into anxiety but not too bad but there you go and this is what it's like, having a brain on weirdness. One day up and one day down but I'm not bi-polar, I don't think. I've never experienced mania and thank god for that.
I'm sick of that news. As someone I know posted on FB this morning, I have NO MORE FUCKS TO GIVE about certain things and that crazy woman in Kentucky is one of them. I am pretty sure I will not be taking in a refugee and so what can I do about that? Dress myself in sackcloth and ashes (sounds pretty much like my regular wardrobe) and moan and tear at my hair?
I just want to cut my hair.
This does not mean I don't care about anything, it just means I've lost my ability to remain on high alert about any of it. Give me a trowel and send me off to the woods to dig up plants. The world is insane, it always has been, it always will be until we humans make it unfit for life at which point, whatever happens will certainly be beyond my ability to do a damn thing about.
Hell, I can't even control my dreams because if I could, I would certainly not have dreamed about THAT shit.
I'm going to town to have lunch with Lily and the boys and whatever of the children want to come and then I'm bringing the boys back here. Since Owen started school we've sadly missed our Japanica! dates and so we shall go there unless for some reason they are closed. Would Japanica! close on Labor Day?
We shall see, won't we?
Someone in the hood is having a party already. I hear the music. I heard the music at four-thirty this morning, too.
Party on, people.