Tag: ducks
You know the potholes are deep
When you see a duck sleeping in one.
A profuse spewing of good thoughts
Sometimes my news feed looks like facebook vomited saccharine positivity all over it.
There’s a duck on the roof
… dear Eliza, dear Eliza…
Meeting notes
3h meeting, no break, no coffee yet today.
Roller coaster brain ride
Urgh
I made a stupid mistake and took two happy pills by mistake on Sunday night. I don’t remember much of what happened that night – cause, sleeping – but I’ve been feeling like crap all day today, with major f’n anxiety, borderline paranoia. I’m really not enjoying this feeling right now. Hopefully it’ll go away by itself.
My mood today
Fuck you 2016
2016 sucked. There’s no two ways about it. There was Ebola and Zika, bombs in Belgium and Lahore, Syrian refugees drowning all over the place, kids living alone in slums in Calais, 14 (!) school shootings in the US, Brexit, Nigel, Boris, Theresa, Pulse shootings, Kim Davis, Trump… the list unfortunately goes on.
For the idiots we kept, we lost David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Terry Wogan, Harper Lee, Paul Daniels, Ronnie Corbett, Prince, Morley Safer, Muhammad Ali, Gordie Howe, Anton Yelchin, Jerry Doyle, Kenny Baker, Toots Thielemans, Gene Wilder, Neville Marriner, Leonard Cohen, and many more.
On a personal note, while there were some good moments, Katy and I found 2016 hard as a couple. Until I changed groups, work was toxic.
So, with firm conviction, I say fuck you 2016, and we can only hope 2017 will be better.
For all the people we lost in 2016
2016 sucked sweaty donky balls.
Who’s next?
Right, I’m going to bed now. Please, can we have a night without people dying?