Filler 11

Stolen from kurt, some months back, but a quote's a quote. Some of them need to be used and reused just to keep them current; or try to give them a currency they never had; or just because.

I am in a funny mood, and I don't mean ha ha. It's been a pretty good evening, all told. I went to the gym with "Max" (sooner or later I'm really going to have to give him some other, possibly even genuine, identity; this pseudonymy is fucking with my brain, given that there's a real Max around to confuse matters). I went out for a cheery and delicious and, let's face it, alcoholically-supplemented Thai meal with the boys and girls from the cycle club (which is organized, just to confuse matters, by yet another Max). I came home to hang out with Ian (who has, as far as I know, never entertained the notion of being called Max; thank heavens for small mercies).

But the funny mood is, in some unspecific measure, maudlin and depressed and quite unresponsive to pretty good evenings. I have enjoyed it all, at some level am probably even enjoying this now -- but at the same time I'm somehow soulsick and despondent. Which is why I'm sat here well after two in the morning typing this sort of dreary, self-indulgent toss instead of... well, what? Going sensibly to bed? Appreciating the beautiful luxury of sleep in a comfortable home and the arms of a loving boyfriend? Or just sitting here typing some other sort of dreary, self-indulgent toss?

One day I really have to post about Cerebus. A ripe and complex subject, surely I could spin that out into something other than this kind of irksome dirge? There's a fragile, lively, complex blog entry just waiting to be written there. But not quite yet: by all rights it has to wait until next March.

In the meantime, remind me to tell you about the cute glazier.

If there is anyone in the world -- other than me -- for whom all of those quotes mean anything at all, well, I'll be hornswaggled.
Posted by matt at November 29, 2003 02:43 AM