“Got a bad case of love, and my heart is filled with misery. My wind is short, my pulse is weak. It won’t be long before I’m six foot deep.” A great rockabilly song by the Paladins.
Nothing better than a bad case of love. Nothing worse either. When ya got it bad, you can’t sleep, can’t eat, and start to feel weak in the knees (and I’m not talking about arthritis). Not that I have one. At my age, I’m not ready for anything bad, especially a case of love, although a six-pack might be nice. I don’t want to start feeling stupid or act like a dumb shit, making all major decisions with the smaller of my two brains. What a relief to same some clarity in my life!
Not that I’m enlightened or anything. But I’m feelin’ pretty good for a guy my age [“Well Hansi, how old are you? Let me just say old enough to have a very low tolerance of bullshit.] God knows there’s plenty of suffering going on. Sure wish He’d do something about it. His representatives are seemingly only making things worse.
Not a whole lot going on at the drawing front. Just a few scribbles here and there while I re-group my resources, many of which have gone A.W.O.L.