The Dark Side

Pour yourself a glass of wine. Or coffee, depending upon the time of day. I'll tell you all you ever wanted to know about the wanderings of my limited intellect.

My beautiful cousin, Geneva, is in town from Australia, and we had dinner tonight at my house. In attendance were my sisters, and nieces. Don't you wonder why I didn't bother to take photos? I am something of a mystery, even to myself.

It was an eating extravaganza. I did the dinner, but Geneva brought dessert. There was an assortment of cheesecake, and these delectable ginger cookies. They went straight to my hips to join the chocolate ice cream that I ate earlier today. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I can hear Chuck's voice saying, "Two words, darlin...'salad bar.'"

Besides the noble quest for calories, my mind has been focused on very little. I have been reading my bible, in the sense that my eyes scan the words, but I'll have to read the same thing several times to get any meaning. I have been reading my novels in the same sort of way. No music really seems to hit the spot. I'm sort of restless and agitated. My jokes are disjointed, and I laugh too loud. My words are harsh, and my energy fractured. I don't like myself much like this.

Writing is difficult because all I have to say comes out as morose, or scathing. So, I figured I'd just go ahead and tell you what's going on in my head.
It's best to tackle only the most superficial contemplations in such a mindset. Anything too terribly deep leaves me tired and sad. Come to think of it, sleep is probably a wise course of action.
On that note, I shall bid you a very fond adieu.
G'nite.