I have to be honest, though I don’t know why. Sometimes, things get a bit much around these parts. That is to say, sometimes, I have a low day, related to work, or whatever, and everything for a while thereafter is like a sort of overhanging heavy cloud. It’s usually after I’ve had a bit of a blub, a wee wobble rather than a terminal stoppage, and it makes the rest of the day taste sour, like warm tears. Things people say sound a bit empty. You question people’s abruptness on IM or on the phone, and wonder if they’re being a little uncaring, don’t want to deal (understandable, as it is). You find your ire (or bile) rising at the usual simpering and cliquishness (cliquosity?) of certain online worlds, and yet no-one has emailed, no-one has IMed, no-one has commented. You can’t talk to the people you used to talk to, because these days it’s classed as a conflict of interests, and you’re both NDA’ed up to the nostrils about anything that you might want to rant about, and everyone else you’ve either grown apart from or you can’t find online. You can’t settle into watching anything in particular on the box, and you wish you could just go to bed halfway through the evening. In my case, it’s all exacerbated by noisy cars going past, vague listeny wondering about the weekend, and the future, and what on earth I’m still doing here in this stinking city, and general JanuaryMonday all-on-my-own-and-feeling-downness.

This has been a public service announcement on behalf of the self-indulgent whinging party. Normal service (whatever that is) will resume as soon as possible.