Malaise (n) 1. A vague feeling of bodily discomfort, as at the beginning of an illness. 2. A general sense of depression or unease.
What a contrast today is from yesterday. Yesterday my agenda was full to capacity. Today I’ve got no plans. There’s aways work. I wonder what everyone else is doing today. I could call and find out…couldn’t I? I’ve been feeling lately that the summer is a time when I should accept everyone’s invitation to do anything at all – no matter what my work schedule is like. I want to savour this summer, much more so than usual. Usually the summer, to me, is little different than any other season, except that it gets really hot in here. I want to do new and different things. I want to spend time with my friends, for a change! So, next time your doing something – and you wouldn’t mind me being a part of it – please gimme a call. I took a walk around the neighborhood this morning (early afternoon) looking for garage sales. I found four. There was nothing worth buying.
I’m not usually one to dwell on age, but it was recently my one month anniversary of my last birthday. Maybe I’m just at that exact age when birthdays seem to mean more than they really do. Before my birthday my feeling was “crap, my birthday’s coming up” but afterwards it was more “phew, well, now’s the MOST amount of time until my next birthday”. Which is retarded since the actual day is just an arbitrary marker of age (unlike replacing the filter in the Brita). It’s not like POINK!!! I’m significantly older now. I still can’t decide if I should have a regular old birthday party or one of my infamous birthday auctions. What’s your vote? You’re invited of course.