The bitch is back

When you’re in the moment, bad times, as well as good, seem like they will last forever. But, with hindsight, fortune undulates quite significantly. As do people. We are, by nature, neither wholly good, nor bad. We are just fragile entities fighting against the pain of existence.

Poetic, huh?

I’m in a sombre mood today, so all my creativity is spilling out rather uncontrollably. I could do with this during the week, when I actually have time to be creative. Well, I have time now but, well, my bath is running. Anyway, I think being shut in with the flu for a couple of weeks has left me suffering from rather severe cabin fever, so I’m seriously considering popping out to the pub tomorrow. I did get stinking drunk at home the other day, but when do I not?! Even when the major symptoms of the flu had subsided, I was left feeling weak and battle-scarred, so a trip out was rather unappealing to me. Maybe I should do Monday instead. I keep feeling as though I have an appointment for something coming up, but I don’t. Yeah, I may wait till Monday. I need to post my repeat prescription too, so I’ll do that on the way down.

Mother called the other day. It was an odd conversation. While I’ve never truly seen her as one who is fully “all there”, she is now definitely losing her marbles. She must be the only person in their 70s to not enjoy talking to people, especially their children. I think we spoke for all of five minutes until I was summarily dismissed. She. Called. Me. Anyway, she repeated herself multiple times and never seemed completely sure who she was talking to, so whatever. Oh well, it happens to the best of us. She’s never been the warmest person in the world, bringing to mind Leonard’s mother in The Big Bang Theory (played by the fabulous Christine Baranski, no less), so this new decent into deeper detachment makes me want to be in touch even less. I keep expecting a “Mum’s died” text from my brother. It’ll come any day now, I’m sure.

Believe me, she is not a nice person, with whom I share a worrying amount of things in common. Sigh.

Oh I snapped and bought yet another new guitar the other day. Fender have released a whole new model called the “Meteora”. It’s sort of like a Jazzmaster, but the offset body is more pronounced. In fact, it’s more like an upside-down Gibson Explorer. It ticked many boxes of guitars I was planning on getting, so I just couldn’t resist it. I’m very pleased with it indeed, and haven’t regretted the purchase one bit.

Speaking of guitars, the one I booked in for repair the day I had that bad fall is now ready for collection, so maybe… oh… wait… maybe I should fit that into my pub day. Or something. Ok, now I’m confused. I’ll have to rethink everything now. Sigh. Why is life so complicated?!

There’s a surprising amount of admin involved in just wanting to get drunk and play guitar.

There’s still been no word form my guitar guru, but I’m leaving that in his hands. I’ve deleted his mobile number, along with my gaming buddy’s, so I don’t bother either of them when I’m having episodes of extreme depression/consumption. Unless I get post a message on their YouTube channels, of course.

I’m in sporadic touch with the ex-girlfriend of my ex-girlfriend’s friend. She’s really sweet, although we don’t have a great deal in common. I think she’s as ditsy as me, so her friendship is quite comforting. At least someone doesn’t know me well enough to want to stay away.

My thumb seems to have almost entirely healed now. I can feel a little scarring or flaky skin, but the pain has gone completely. Basically, I don’t have to worry about catching it on something now, and I’m totally back on the guitar practice wagon.

I’ve decided to stop watching Modern Family at last. To give it some credit, it didn’t start getting bad until Season 8, when the actors started looking like well-paid Hollywood TV stars, rather than their characters. Plus storylines started being repeated, which is a big no-no. Ty Burrell, who I didn’t like at first, seemed to be the only one keeping it together by the end. I’d love to see him in more stuff. The show had “a good innings” though, as they say. Twice as long as my usual sitcom series quality cap of four seasons. Kudos to the producers for keeping it tight for as long as they did.

I finally managed to masturbate the other day. I’m still not feeling terribly amorous, but I thought it’d be good for my health. I may try again today, in the hope that it will chill me out a bit. I really could do with a shag (yes, British people do actually say “shag” unironically). I even went so far as to download Grindr yesterday, although I’ve still not set up a profile. My phone was being weird. Perhaps, if I get a profile all ready by the time I head out to the pub, I can have a nice romantic encounter with a stranger in the toilets. Bless.

Right, on that graphic note, I think I shall bid you adieu. I have history books to read and Arrested Development to have playing in the background as I do so.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!

P.S. The title of my last post is meant to be the Latin for “limp man”. I was dubious at first, but the ridiculously long translation of the word “limp” sold me on it.

P.P.S Don’t worry, I had my bath halfway through writing this, so it hasn’t overflowed or anything.