Humdrum

Morning, walking to work. Mood (yes I do read everybody else's blogs): Humdrum, from Peter Gabriel's car album, including the fact that Humdrum rolls into Slowburn. It's morning, after all, and early morning at that, so the juices haven't quite gotten flowing yet. The staff at Twin Donut is Cambodian, it turns out, and the only customer kept up the kind of overly interested and even a little protective banter with the woman behind the counter that American men always seem to make with southeast asian women. I do it too. Reminds me of Thailand.

We're going to have to start working now. Work is heating up once again and there's weather moving in. Somehow it adds up to put me in a somber mood. Just a few days ago things seemed very different. Manic depression? Maybe, a little. With the heat, I don't need to eat or sleep, and the long days give me energy. Women are dressed sexy on the train and when they walk their little dogs. Parties become more frequent, clubbing makes more sense, and I find myself out on the street with my friends late at night. The idea of love even seems possible.

Then I kinda wake up and look around. The clouds roll back in and it gets cold. I realize how impractical some thoughts can be. Yeah, love especially. Not this spring, I guess, and it's a blue thought. But Slowburn is still just around the corner.