the reluctant lobotomist (fourfreedoms) wrote,
the reluctant lobotomist

drowning in the rain and humidity.

[ mood | morose ]
[ music | Immitation of Life-REM(it seemed fitting) ]

It's been a dismally dank day here. I only stepped outside once, it feels like a jungle though. Despite looking like Palo Alto in the middle of winter. As the days stretch on, I realize more and more that I desperately do NOT want to be here. There's canvas upstairs waiting to be painted and yet, I can't bring myself to go up and paint it.

Kevin is downstairs watching the yankee game, and all that I really think of at this point is what a disappointment Harry Potter's choices in feminine companionship are. Granted, feminine companionship is really not what I had in mind for him anyway *cough*Draco*cough*. Looking back at those last couple of statements, I realize how obsessed that must sound. Hmm, I suppose I am. Well, Colleen and I both are at least.

On to slightly brighter topics, only I can't think of any. This is what happens when you wallow in unhappiness. Maybe I'll go play insanely cheerful music upstairs and run around the attic.

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