not dawn yet

Follow-up to my previous post I'm not actually depressed right now. (at least I don't think I am) But my evil brain-sucking monsters are hanging about in my house eating my food and drinking all my beer and leaving the toilet seat up. They're acting all smug and shit. You know. Like the evil relationship that you are just about to kick to the curb only maybe you should give him/her one last chance, really he/she did say he/she was sorry.

I hate it when they are in the fucking house. Go live out on the railroad tracks where you belong, you bastards.

Things are not bad. Not bad at all. In fact I hazard to say that I have not small amounts of potential good looming over me. But what always happens when there is a chance that things might be turning up Siobhan is that the slimy things that live in my hind brain make themselves comfortable in my living room and start pointing out the less than stellar parts of my life. And they tell me how the Universe Works and how Good Things Never Happen To People Like Me and how I Am Just Kidding Myself. And they leave stains on the couch and blow their noses on the towels and I keep finding half-eaten souls in the fridge.

Fuckers.

Fortunately, they hate really loud punk rock.

So do the neighbours, but you gotta know when it's time to bring out the big guns.