Sunday, November 12, 2006

Monday, Monday

Usually, what I do on a Monday morning is flit around those blogs I like to visit and see what "witty" Comments I've left the night before.

That's because normally on a Sunday night I have a lovely meal accompanied by lots of wine and then go upstairs and spend an hour or more surfing the blogosphere and dispensing my "wit" in the Comments section of a variety of lucky recipients. Next day I mostly can't remember where I've been or what I've said.

I won't have to bother tomorrow, though, because for some reason I'm so depressed tonight that I couldn't crack a joke to save my life. I know this isn't what you want to hear but you need to know that sometimes things get pretty bleak. And I've got it easy. For most people alive in the world today it's much, much tougher. Not exactly a bundle of laughs.

Sometimes, sitting here in the half darkness alone in my room is the saddest place in the whole world. I don't know if it's me, or the state of the world or the sheer utter bloody pointlessness of it all but...I dunno, sometimes the emptiness, the desolate state of my harrowing.

Please don't leave a Comment to this post. I don't want - or need - sympathy or understanding. I just want you to know that it isn't all a bundle of laughs.


  1. Anonymous11:45 pm

    "Every other day, every other day,
    Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
    But whenever Monday comes,
    but whenever Monday comes
    You can find me cryin' all of the time"

    Jeez, and I was in such a good mood before I dropped by! :>()

    Here, lyrics that I sing at the top of my lungs on Sunday evenings:

    "And I have seen lovers leave before
    And I swore that I would change
    If they would only stay
    I'd change if they would stay
    But I did not change
    And of course they did not stay.
    And I have walked out on lovers too
    I've walked out on better loves than you
    Oh, I tell you darlin'
    I swear that this is true.
    Lyrics by Tim Grimm (but what's in a name?)

    Hahahahahha! A knee-slapper, yes?
    Whatever happened to rhyme?

    Anonymously yours.... (No peeking in the stat counter!)

    "Please don't leave a Comment to this post." Right. Like I can be counted on to follow directions?

  2. I've been there, Bill. I know.
    Still, I'm going to wish you a great week.
    The 'Life Sucks' whirlpool isn't permanent.

  3. Yes, it is, Susan. It's life that isn't.