Balance of power

So my energy levels have been manically up and down over the past 24 hours. Not only did I voluntarily come off my antidepressants last month, but I missed about a fortnight’s worth of diabetes medication (because I couldn’t be bothered to go pick them up). Both withdrawals have left me almost passing out in my chair from tiredness, or feeling very frustrated and short-tempered. For example, I just couldn’t wait for yesterday to end. It was just agony. It did end, finally, and today has been much better. I’ve still managed to get myself worked-up over random things but, overall, my energy levels and mood have remained pretty balanced.

That bigger pad of drawing paper and some extra black markers have arrived, so hopefully I’ll be able to torture you all with more of my “art” pretty soon. I’m still having to re-learn my style, which is, in itself, quite an adventure. I’ll be struggling to get a sketch right then do some strokes that work really well and feel natural and I’ll be all like “Oh yeah! That’s how I used to do it!”.

I had a grocery order arrive too, with my usual flexitarian offerings. Some beef burgers and lamb steaks, along with a pack of tofu and cartons of soya milk. The picker/packer at the supermarket must think I’m two people.

Perhaps I am.

The summer has finally come, much to my chagrin. I mean, it’s flippin’ September for goodness sakes! It’s the month of the flying spiders, not the month of sweaty bums. Bah!

I’ve been making more playlists on Spotify. Last night I did one for Van Morrison. Just his first four albums for now, but you never know. I prefer his Moondance to Astral Weeks, even though the latter is considered his masterpiece. Even though he was (is?! I’m genuinely don’t know whether we’ve lost him yet) notoriously grumpy and mean to his session musicians, his music is very upbeat and ethereal. Maybe his endearing side is all spent by the time he’s finished writing an album. Who knows.

It’s been too hot today to do much music playing myself, although I did experiment with recording a simple acoustic demo on my phone so that I could play it back and figure out a vocal melody. Oh yes, I forgot to mention, I also emailed a music school enquiring about singing lessons. I’m fat, bald, and over 40, so they’ll probably not have much belief in me, but I’m not asking them for much. Just enough to make some recordings for fun. I’m not planning on opera singing at the Albert Hall.

Not yet, anyway.

Lol, can you imagine?!

Still no word yet from my guitar guru on whether he’s going to accept the gift I sent him or not. It doesn’t matter anyway. Combine this incident with the fact that he hadn’t replied to any of my messages for about a year, and you have me completely checked out of our friendship. It’s over.

He’s just one extra person who’s phased me out of their life.

Fuck it.

Dad hasn’t even said “Thank you” for the DVD I sent him. I paid extra for gift wrapping and wrote a nice little note for him too. Grumpy old fart. That’s officially the last time I try buying a present for him. He’s always been an ungrateful swine, even when I was a kid.

I made a simple stir fry with that tofu this evening. It was a recipe I caught whilst watching Keith Floyd’s series on the Far East. IT was very simple, just spring onions, green beans, beansprouts, tofu, and a couple of fried eggs. I was surprised how fast the green beans cooked, as I was expecting to have to part-boil them first. Crazy days!

Right, I think that’s all for now. I keep having to stop typing in order to waft myself with a hand fan. I hope it’s cooler wherever you all are.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!