Day 185 - Last night after work Lady Evil pointed out I was in a foul mood. Asked if I had a bad day I replied with “of course”, or “why would today be any different?”, or “no, why?” I don’t remember which I said but that is part of the problem; I didn’t know I was in a mood until it was pointed out. Downton Evil was not a happy place last night, and I, Lord Evil, made many a life miserable.
In Chat last night SirDerek offered his diagnosisÂ…a funk. SirD is exactly 100 days more quit than me. Far enough ahead that I trust his wisdom and close enough that he remembers details. He suggested asking a fellow JackwaginÂ’ how they were at this time.
So this morning I remembered that Jbradley, not long ago, was in a bit of a funk. I shot out a text asking what day that was. Sure enough it was in the 180s. What kind of magical drug is nicotine that it holds on to us not only so deeply, but also comes back to make our lives pure hell, again and again, with such timely precision? He gave me some tips, some encouragement, and a few threats. I posted roll today and my word is GOLD for today. Tomorrow? IÂ’ll worry about that tomorrow.
So, it is confirmed, I’m in the midst of a “fuck it”, a glorious varietal of a funk.
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