If it was such a good weekend, why have I spent the day in a pit of self criticism? The thing is, I did reasonably well in all the social interaction, even the party photos look OK, and yet the things people said are echoing in like I'm sitting at the bottom of Gwennap Pit. In particular, Rich's lawyer friend has got to me. She was indulging in the character assassination of mutual friends the first had depression and then the second 'went strange, maybe its catching?'. Now I'm thinking, that may well be, look what to HH, then me. But, did I start it off all unknowing in a minor form, like it was a tickly throat, and she got the full on flu. I lied to Rich's friend anyway, and said I was working. In fact, I told that lie to four or five people at the party as well. It was easier than saying I'm what? Not working because I'm frightened that if I do, the black dog will return, rendering me useless again. Or tearing me limb from limb. Anyway, I couldn't get off the sofa today, not even to make dinner, and I've no idea if I can make it to the Spinto Band gig on Thursday even though I've promised Nina.
During sofa time, I had a go on Spotify, the next big thing according to a lot of blogs. It doesn't seem that different to anything else out there as far as I can tell, although I did listen to the whole of Morrissey's Years of Refusal, this convinced me not to buy it. Not a great marketing tool then...
Watched Horizon, on the them of body clocks. The experts say that the human mind is at a mental peak between 10 -12. Nick pointed out that I reach that peak at 10 pm as opposed to am like the rest of the human race. I saw the funny side.
I just commiserated with the comic, Richard Herring via Twitter, re his failure to win the Chortle award. I must be soft in the head, I don't know the man, he doesn't know me and never will. What possible comfort can I be to him, and how much do I care anyway? Its an attack of false empathy based on his three tweets. Anyway, it did prompt me to check the Chortle website and find that Dave Gorman is touring stand up later in the year. Nina will be thrilled.
During sofa time, I had a go on Spotify, the next big thing according to a lot of blogs. It doesn't seem that different to anything else out there as far as I can tell, although I did listen to the whole of Morrissey's Years of Refusal, this convinced me not to buy it. Not a great marketing tool then...
Watched Horizon, on the them of body clocks. The experts say that the human mind is at a mental peak between 10 -12. Nick pointed out that I reach that peak at 10 pm as opposed to am like the rest of the human race. I saw the funny side.
I just commiserated with the comic, Richard Herring via Twitter, re his failure to win the Chortle award. I must be soft in the head, I don't know the man, he doesn't know me and never will. What possible comfort can I be to him, and how much do I care anyway? Its an attack of false empathy based on his three tweets. Anyway, it did prompt me to check the Chortle website and find that Dave Gorman is touring stand up later in the year. Nina will be thrilled.
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