This weekend was strange. In everything that I did, I continuously felt as though I was one step behind everyone else. I couldn’t keep up with anyone… physically, socially, intellectually, emotionally. I don’t know why. Maybe I had a lot on my mind… actually, I know that I had a lot on my mind.
Have you ever felt that way? Like, no matter what you are doing, your timing is just off. And it is off by such a minute amount that it’s hardly perceptible, nevertheless it is fucking everything up.
Grrr…
Well, anyway… it is Monday morning. It is sunny outside, yet the looming workweek hangs overhead like a bleak storm cloud… about to rain bricks on the unsuspecting masses below. Ok… I really need to stop listening to Lacrimas Profundere first thing on Monday morning (Lacrimas Profundere translates into something like “weeping profusely”).
I don’t know. Maybe when the coffee kicks in I will be feeling a bit more cheerful.