The lyrics to the song are a lot sadder than I actually feel, but I'm getting weighed down by the seasonal affective nonsense this week. I can't seem to keep a train of thought going during the day, and I get weirdly more motivated as it gets later at night. Right now I was going through a pile of Dylan's sketchbooks and other assorted papers to find safe spots to keep them.
I watched a terrible movie today: The Proposal. Stupid! I was hoping for more from Betty White, which is why I borrowed it from the library in the first place. Sometimes I'll watch a dumb-ish movie while I do housework and I can listen to it without missing much if I'm looking away. I don't like Ryan Reynolds at all or Sandra Bullock, let that be a lesson to me.
The fact that I had to go to the dentist today didn't help anything either. And I forgot to bring enough bus fare to pay my way back from OHSU, so I had to walk down the hill in the gloom of a Portland evening. I kept looking down the steep side of the hill that slopes sharply down from the sidewalk - more of a cliff, really - and thinking that a car could careen off the road and hit me and we'd all go over the edge, and I'd be impaled on a leafless tree branch!!
It's time to bring up the sun lamp from the basement, I think. This S.A.D. is hitting code yellow, where I feel it but I'm not hopeless yet.
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