Drive-by me love

I get the feeling there was just a drive-by shooting outside. I get this feeling because… well… there was just a drive-by shooting outside. A car screeched, a series of popping sounds akin to firecrackers going off, and then, a few minutes later, an emergency vehicle with sirens blaring went speeding by. Everything’s gone dead quiet again now though. Typical really. It’s “playground rules” around here. Nobody goes running to tell the teacher.

Well I fucking do.

Not that anybody will listen to me anyway.

I’ve had a very weird evening, emotionally speaking. I’m feeling very on edge. Not bad-tempered, just… oh I don’t know… out of sorts. I keep misplacing things too, then finding them in strange places. If I was an attractive young women, I’d blame my handsome arse of a boyfriend (who I’m inexplicable still with, instead of the schlubby nerd next door) by claiming he was “gaslighting” me. But I haven’t got a boyfriend. And I’m not an attractive young woman. I’m just me. So it’s probably just because I’m a forgetful halfwit.

No psychological manipulation here.

Just stupidity.

I’m wondering whether to buy some booze in tomorrow, as I’ve been really struggling with this heat. Sadly, my doctor wants me to monitor my blood pressure all week, so it’s probably not a good idea to get myself into a state. It’s almost as if they don’t want me to drink myself to death. Also, in my new state of mind, I doubt I’d know what to do with myself if I was inebriated. I’d probably just fall asleep where I sat. That’s what I’ve been doing sober.

If it ain’t broke…

I’ve just finished going through the Rick and Morty 1-3 boxset, so now I need to pick out another comedy series to keep me away from the cliff’s edge. I might go South Park this time. Haven’t watched that one in a while. I’d buy more Rick and Morty seasons, but cracks were starting to form during season three. The law of diminishing returns seemed to have set in, with Rick’s apparent infallibility and increasingly arrogant behaviour making him less interesting. He seemed more like an avatar for the series’ coke-fuelled producers by three. Didn’t one of Parks & Recreation’s producers die from gargling too much Bolivian? And that series ended up being a science fiction show.

That must’ve been some good shit.

I’m also having an impromptu Mad Max marathon this week. I’m currently on Beyond Thunderdome, which is a lot of fun. It features some amazing visual flare by George Miller, who I think directed all the action stuff (to keep his mind off the recent loss of a close friend), while his pal directed the slow, emotional stuff with all the kids (that nobody likes). Did they ever figure out whether Bruce Spence is playing the same character from Mad Max 2? I know it’s left ambiguous. The kid he has with him could very well be the feral child from 2 all cleaned up.

I think we lost Tina Turner this year, didn’t we? Bless. Here’s to you, Aunty Entity! If they have Thunderdome in the next life, you know damn well that that chick’s gonna be the one leaving.

What else? Ummm… oh yeah, I’ve been attempting more sketching today, but I’ve started putting too much pressure on myself, so I might give it a rest for a few days. It’s almost as if getting completely trollied is exactly what I need right now. Funny that!

Yeah, I should probably go check to see if there are any supermarket delivery slots available for later on today/tomorrow/however you prefer to view things from just after midnight.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!