Battling the usual enemy

For whatever reason, I’ve recently felt the need to keep a more generic diary/journal blog again. So here it is! I post way too regularly on Twitter throughout the day, which people can’t possibly keep track of, so I thought I might just start putting it all in one place. Plus, because people can’t possibly react to everything I post, I start to get a bit needy and upset. So, yeah, The Salad of Convenience is semi-therapy tool, semi-just-whatever tool. I’ll generally try to keep talk of music production and pop culture to my Whittling Post blog, but if things spill over then, well, that’s fine. Rules are for squares, right? Hmmm, not sure why I’m talking like a 90s Gen-X-er, but that’s ok too, I’m afraid.

So, what’s up with me this week? No idea. I was bouncing around like a happy kitty with a new ball of string last week, but now I’m bluer than I can possibly cope with. It’s pounding inside me. The last couple of days I’ve hardly been able to get out of bed or keep myself clean. I forced myself out today with the threat that personal admin needed doing, which I’ve done.

Tuesday’s are usually pub days for me, but I can’t possibly manage going out in this state. Not for anything. I’m arranging a get together with my ex-girlfriend and a mutual friend at the weekend, so I’m hoping I’ll feel better for that.

I’m currently in the midst of an Amazon Prime free trial and a Netflix free trial, which hopefully will give me things to watch while I’m feeling more sedentary than usual.

I just want to defeat these morbid thoughts.

I think.