It's officially beginning to be fall, with scarce daylight after 7pm and the minute chill in the air that makes every breath in the 80 degree heat adopt a crispness unknown to the humidity of Oklahoma summer. I've been in several, successive shitty moods lately.
I take that back, it's most been melancholy. To me, a "shitty" mood conveys more agitation than lugubrity.
Anyhow. I think I may be shifting toward that "next" step of whatever it is I'm doing. Maybe it's still rooted in the breakup, but I don't know. At any rate, it seems kind of silly to still be on the rebound. I posted some double-doubles and now it's time to move on. Not sure exactly how yet, though music has been a good source of solace. So has poetry, which I've been writing more of lately (and reading, too -- though that's mostly for class). I hope to be eating and drinking less in the coming days. And getting up more often.
Spending the whole day in bed is like digging laterally in a hole: it doesn't really get you out, it just makes the hole bigger and wastes your time.
I did some stand-up comedy last week at Othello's and I will be doing some more this week. I'm writing bits at a pretty good clip and most of them are funny... I think. I might also start work on this idea for a screenplay I had back in winter 2007. Who knows? I might even wind up with another girlfriend (could be a bad idea). Just. Keep. Moving.
Roast Beef has always been my favorite character, but I'm reminding myself too much of him lately.
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