I must admit, I’m in a sad place at the moment. We’ve had a sick cat at home, and there’s a pall over the house because of it. The cat’s getting sicker and the pall is getting more palpable and I’ve known this cat for a very, very long time.
It’s not the same as having a dying cat – but she’s a very sick cat.
Mew.
And I broke my phone, and there was an asshole at a gig recently that really got to me, and the preamp that I excitedly installed last week fritzed out on me today and the boots I ordered aren’t ACTUALLY in stock and the showing of the Muppets we went to wasn’t actually sold out… it was canceled.
And no-one told me.
It’s just a cluster of crap – and each individual thing has it’s solution, and none of the problems are insurmountable, and as above, it’s not like we’ve got a DYING cat… just an unhappy one.
…Maybe…
But there’s the pall. The palpable pall. Hanging over everything. It makes me tired when I wake up in the morning and too exhausted to go to sleep and from what I hear, it just doesn’t get any easier.
Being able to eat mac and cheese for dinner is NOT a fair trade at ALL.
