A pinprick of vicious bile
25 March 2006 @ 23:13 in Life
I feel sorry for my poor wife. She was in a perfectly
cheery mood today. Then I talked to her, and the
canker of my depression spread. I seem to work on
some weird-ass three-month circadian rhythm, and
right now I'm right in the trough. Too much work,
unpleasantness and bank charges – yes, yes, I didn't
see the letter, Mr Bank Manager, mea culpa
– make Jack a dull boy. And me very blue indeed.
The problem with any sort of depression – passing or
clinical – as I understand it, is that you lose
all sense of proportion. Everything gets telescoped
into a pinprick of vicious bile. Apologies for
inflicting my weaknesses on the wider world via the
wonder of the Internet, but since I can't afford real
therapy, this will have to do. Ah well, nothing for
it but to get my head down, stuff my wanton face with
chocolate cake and rock myself to sleep, I guess.
Thank Christ for my wife. In other news, we went on a
(frankly a bit shit) tour of the Thames Tunnel today. Here's a
frankly a bit shit picture of said hole in the
ground. Nighty night.
