Today I feel manic. Can’t concentrate. Chewing gum like mad. Listening to “It’s a Wonderful LIfe” again and again and again. Not the movie. The song that goes “I’m full of bees who died at sea, I’m a bog of poisoned frogs, I’m the dog that ate your birthday cake, it’s a wonderful life.” It’s got this tinny, distant, off-kilter waltz beat, and a broken-record hiss-and-pop in the background, and I think the stereo tracks are just slightly off from each other, so it feels like being face-up in the gutter watching the street spin.
Not good signs. I sense drunkenness in my future, or possibly huddling under the blankets crying, or both.
Secretly Ironic 