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Sick of myself when I look at you
Not sick of myself. Just sick. I put my hand to my forehead and claim I have a 'malaise', which is apparently a word the French use to indicate they're feeling sub-par for some reason. This is why I've done very little this weekend, including keeping everybody up to date on the fact that I'm not doing anything.
Okay, I have accomplished one or two things, almost all of them yesterday. I re-wrote my resume for this QA job at Sony that Michael Wilson (Not the Michael Wilson in the Beach Boys--that's Brian Wilson) has advised me of. I also have thrown away several versions of a cover letter to go along with it because I couldn't stand the sight of them. And I made this lovely chili that involved about 16 hours of sitting around and waiting and then an hour of poking idly at the bowl because although it smelled lovely and I knew I had to eat, I didn't feel like eating anything. But there were lovely chunks of beef, and since I had no tomato sauce I used salsa, and it did make the house very pleasant to be in. Which is good because I haven't left it.
As a side note, I should remember that when I feel completely miserable, on occasion Moog Cookbook is cheering. I have both their albums stored on my computer now for further 'In case of (x) break glass' incidents.
Okay, I have accomplished one or two things, almost all of them yesterday. I re-wrote my resume for this QA job at Sony that Michael Wilson (Not the Michael Wilson in the Beach Boys--that's Brian Wilson) has advised me of. I also have thrown away several versions of a cover letter to go along with it because I couldn't stand the sight of them. And I made this lovely chili that involved about 16 hours of sitting around and waiting and then an hour of poking idly at the bowl because although it smelled lovely and I knew I had to eat, I didn't feel like eating anything. But there were lovely chunks of beef, and since I had no tomato sauce I used salsa, and it did make the house very pleasant to be in. Which is good because I haven't left it.
As a side note, I should remember that when I feel completely miserable, on occasion Moog Cookbook is cheering. I have both their albums stored on my computer now for further 'In case of (x) break glass' incidents.
do you want a side of ennui with that?
Hope you feel better.
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