I see the bad moon a’risin’.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin’.
I see bad times today.
Today was fucking bleak. A perfect Friday the 13th, if you ask me. I slept in far longer than I should have, but that’s an easy thing to do when it’s your day off. It’s especially easy to do when it’s your day off AND it’s raining like a son of a bitch. I’m not kidding–it rained the whole day. THE WHOLE DAMN DAY! Seriously, there’s a reason I don’t live in Seattle. Well, honestly, there are several reasons I don’t live in Seattle, but the main reason is because of all the godforsaken rain. There’s simply no way I could handle it. I’m prone to depression enough as it is, and after a week without sunshine, I have the potential to make even Morrissey look cheerful by comparison.
I hear hurricanes a’blowin’
I know the end is comin’ soon
I fear rivers overflowin’.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
I’ve quit shaving. Just don’t see a point to it anymore. Why should I be clean shaven? Who am I trying to impress, anyway? The time for pretense is over–I might as well start looking like I feel. People keep commenting on the beard I’m growing, and I just smile and play along, but the truth of the matter is that I’m not trying to grow a beard–this is merely the face of a man who has given up. I’m not trying to look “rugged” or anything. I’m sure as hell not trying to follow the beard/mustache trend that’s sweeping the hipster nation. I just don’t care anymore–that’s all.
Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we’re in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.
Yesterday was my mother’s 72nd birthday. She wasn’t sure which birthday it was, so I had to remind her. She suffers from “vascular dementia,” though I’m afraid it’s probably early Alzheimer’s. I brought her fried chicken on my way home from work last night, and we ate our chicken and watched a particularly gruesome episode of Law & Order: SVU together. Old habits die hard, I guess. We used to watch a lot of “Law & Order” back in the day. It was our favorite show to watch together when I was younger–we would turn it into a game, trying to place all of the extras in other shows (“That guy was in The Sopranos!” or “That’s the chick from Sex in the City!”). We haven’t been able to play that game in a long while, and even though she can’t keep up with the people or the plots anymore, I think she still enjoys watching the show because it’s familiar. I reckon there’s comfort in the familiar.
Don’t go ’round tonight,
’cause it’s bound to take your life.
There’s a bad moon on the rise.
[apologies to John Fogerty]