Better today ...
Wednesday, March 19th, 2003 03:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamaranth... though the doomy-gloomy stuff is hovering. Went to visit a client in Kew yesterday, and took some time to walk in the Botanical Gardens, sniffing flowers hugging trees etc. Black Mood pursued me like a commission-only door-to-door salesperson:
Mood: Stop smiling! Angst! Angst!
Me: Shut up. The crocusses - or more correctly, crocii - are blooming, hundreds of thousands of them, and the sun is shining.
Mood: Angst! Doom! Gloom!
Me: Oh, bugger off, do.
Client is very splendid. Most of what I was doing was a sort of therapeutic hand-holding (and advising on keyboard shortcuts) while she prepared and CD'd a document about Amazonian deforestation. Since it all overran, she insisted I stay for fish'n'chips and a nice bottle of red. It's good to feel useful!
Worst thing about doomy-gloomy stuff is that it isn't for anything: I'm not depressed about anything in particular, and in fact life is going as smoothly as seems sensible. If I were miserable about something, I could wallow, weep, and wail. As it is, have to keep slamming the door in its face and remaining blithely cheerful in the face ofthe evidence the Black Mood. I don't have time for this at the moment!
Many thanks for supportive comments, e-hugs and good things in the email: I may sometimes feel I don't deserve such good friends, but I do appreciate you all very, very much.
Mood: Stop smiling! Angst! Angst!
Me: Shut up. The crocusses - or more correctly, crocii - are blooming, hundreds of thousands of them, and the sun is shining.
Mood: Angst! Doom! Gloom!
Me: Oh, bugger off, do.
Client is very splendid. Most of what I was doing was a sort of therapeutic hand-holding (and advising on keyboard shortcuts) while she prepared and CD'd a document about Amazonian deforestation. Since it all overran, she insisted I stay for fish'n'chips and a nice bottle of red. It's good to feel useful!
Worst thing about doomy-gloomy stuff is that it isn't for anything: I'm not depressed about anything in particular, and in fact life is going as smoothly as seems sensible. If I were miserable about something, I could wallow, weep, and wail. As it is, have to keep slamming the door in its face and remaining blithely cheerful in the face of
Many thanks for supportive comments, e-hugs and good things in the email: I may sometimes feel I don't deserve such good friends, but I do appreciate you all very, very much.
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Date: Wednesday, March 19th, 2003 07:51 am (UTC)p.s. Have CDs! You didn't reply whether you wanted to borrow Heavy Horses, but since it contains 'Moths', bext thing they ever did, I'm gonna make you listen to it. Unless you've heard it before. Obviously.