Sunday, September 21, 2008

I can't help myself

I came here all sad and put upon to write another dour and doomsday gloomy missive.  ANGST.  ANGST and agony.  I closed my eyes and cleared my mind of the noise of the trench digger outside.

In the stillness of the gloomsday sun, this is what I heard.

"Ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa  Oh ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaa.

If   " the one who observes" is your true self, maybe so too is the one who comments on the day's events.  I just can't help myself-I laughed.  Gloom will have to gather when Oliver is asleep.


Mim said...

Nothin like having an animal to get you out of yourself. Come to think of it...I never did feel that black depression when I had a dog or cat....

BBC said...

Trench diggers are really cool. I ripped up a bunch of underground pipe and wiring with one once, ha, ha, ha.

Took me three fucking extra days to fix it all. :-)

Debra Kay said...

Mim, I really think it's time, I do I do I do.
BBC, I wanted to give the thing a whirl but decided that I liked my feet on the end of my legs.

kj said...


soulbrush said...

'old black dog'
arrives so unexpectedly
it goes just as unexpectedly....
thank god

studio lolo said...

Thank God for Oliver!!!
Cheap therapy :)