Yesterday was awful.
I was up at the normal time.. anywhere between 7 and 9 am depending on which alarm I listen to. Everything was fine. Spent a good couple of hours going through the archives at Kontraband.com . I found some real funny shit over there. when you have a spare hour or so, check it out.
At about 1pm, I started my daily ritual of getting ready for work and the it happened. I started getting antsy about something. I have no idea what but I was tighter than a fucking wire. I couldn’t shake it, I thought the trip to work would ese me up. I loaded up the mp3 player with stuff that usually mellows me out.
My bus trip usually takes around 35 minutes, I listened to Steve Martin‘ song King Tut all the way there. It didn’t help. My gut was getting nausious and I felt like everything was closing in on me. I couldn’t control my surroundings and I had to get out of there. I left work at 5pm want to just sit in a dark room and cry. These fucking moodswings are killing me. I never know from minute to minute what I am gonna feel like. Some of you (if anyone is reading this) may say no one knows what mood they are gonna be in. and I agree… no one knows shit. But for me, I can be laughing and joking one minute and wanting to smash the shit out of some poor sod who doesn’t deserve it.
I came home and slept all evening, woke up around 9.30 last night and stayed up til three am watching Windtalkers with Linda.
talking of Linda. It’s her birthday today. Today she is 50 tomorrow she says she’ll be 49 again. She just wants to test it out for one day and then start counting backwards..LOL… HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY.
Oh well time for me to start back on the work trail… In case anyone is wondering.. I am still feeling bad today, but no managers were available to arrange an emergency holiday for me today, so I have to go face the world again.. BOLLOX
Until Next Time….