Turning into a very Twitter afternoon. Need to watch myself. I'm stoned enough to be sassy but straight enough to know I'm not as funny as I think I am.
My Uncle just dropped by & we chatted. They're getting into horses, mainly for the grandkids. Something to do, I suppose.
The blanket's settled back on my shoulders. Though I enjoyed yesterday - & to be honest, so far today - there's an undercurrent of gloom. It's also grumpy, which is the most dangerous mood of all. Pissed off & nihilistic, I bet Schopenhauer was a son of a bitch.
This has been a pretty drab day. Not bad, just empty, soulless. Joyless, maybe, but pleasant enough.