POOR ME

 

 

THE PLANETS by Holst

The first random choice of my gadgets after a night of REM dreams and no deep sleep and the eternal question why am I here at this time waiting for my kettle to boil so I can have my first coffee of the day?

Now coffee prepared, and Dire Straits playing The Sultans of Swing and my mind drifts back to see them in the late eighties or nineties at the old Commadore before they were big.

Time to give myself a kick in the ass and change my attitude from blah to yah and get some small tasks done so I can feel good about myself and shake these down and out blues.

Its a truth that being a manic depressive there are times when you come to love the down stroke and have trouble seeing it any other way.

Now playing Carle Simon a piece from another time when I was in Colorado drunk and depressed and very near suicide. Not something you want to occupy your mind during the wet coast suicide season.

Enough of the “poor me” bull shit it could be raining and God dammit it is.. Time to shave, shit, shower and shampoo, which will have to do until the real poo comes along, ha ha.

JWL