living room clock slow

it's much later than i thought it was. as a new member of the mother's-dead family and i were talking earlier today about it sometimes turning out to've been.

so shmizla was commenting elsewhere and said, basically of the blues & mean reds & other colors of that kind of suffering, this following thing (which i'm sticking in my margin hereabouts for a while):

i think keeping busy is the best (if only) cure for all this; the ultimate, underlying, always-looming sadness i don't think can ever go away. at least it never does for me, and i don't think it ever does for anyone else with a brain. it's sort of like learning to sleep by a ticking clock, a dripping faucet or a creaky fan.

one likes to include oneself in the category of those with brains. that way one gets, among other perks, the company of other misery, according to the theory presented.

=+=+=+=+=

alright: CALLING ALL STRAIGHT WOMEN. here's a poll especially for you.

[Poll #1061364]

as usual, i welcome ya'll's thoughts.

living room clock slow

it's much later than i thought it was. as a new member of the mother's-dead family and i were talking earlier today about it sometimes turning out to've been.

so shmizla was commenting elsewhere and said, basically of the blues & mean reds & other colors of that kind of suffering, this following thing (which i'm sticking in my margin hereabouts for a while):

i think keeping busy is the best (if only) cure for all this; the ultimate, underlying, always-looming sadness i don't think can ever go away. at least it never does for me, and i don't think it ever does for anyone else with a brain. it's sort of like learning to sleep by a ticking clock, a dripping faucet or a creaky fan.

one likes to include oneself in the category of those with brains. that way one gets, among other perks, the company of other misery, according to the theory presented.

=+=+=+=+=

alright: CALLING ALL STRAIGHT WOMEN. here's a poll especially for you.

[Poll #1061364]

as usual, i welcome ya'll's thoughts.