jumbled

Being the state of my brain at present: wires have a tendency to cross and short when I know I have to be somewhere later in the day – no matter how far off the anointed time – and they are, indeed, crossed and shorted: MainThing suffering or at least I'm feeling MainThing's unwillingness to budge with more acuity.

Mutually assured destruction via staring contest(?)

Not that I'm not looking forward to the appointment – it's the interaction, even with people that are dear to me, that I'm not looking forward to. Need to recharge with no potential for that in sight. Tired of everything, tired of everyone.

(AKA Tuesday.)

Fortunately, Colin Stetson's score to THE MENU (PostScript on that bit of filmic brilliance coming soon) is playing so at least there's that.