The depressions are back with a pain in the legs. It is just a steady soreness and stiffness, a muscular ache. Wake up so early that it is almost obscene, try to remain in bed but eventually have to go downstairs to the bathroom and then decide to have a shower. Take the pills, get dressed, and go down to the shop. Use the facilities there to make a cup of coffee, and have bits of the other edibles there.
The spirits sink constantly, read the news, read about the commencement of unitary authoritarian rule in the united States north of Mexico and wonder and find that depressing too.
Go out and start to walk about town searching for a barber. Go in to one that is open and before knowing what is going on have an appointment. Return to the walkabout town for half an hour, and then return to the barber. It is a complex styling outfit , all that is required is a simple haircut.
It is over soon, and the head will is more stylish now.
Continue to wander about town, and now depressions really start to settle in, The weather is marvellous and the town is full of optimistically grinning people. The feelings say that this is revolting. It is not, but that is what the feelings do to you.
Return home and start to write up the details of the pictures hung in the exhibition.
Go to the gallery, to double-check. Three thins are in error, the rest are in order.
Return home, write a mail with all the details. It is now an Excel chart. What a load of bollocks.
Go upstairs to the sunny bedroom and lie down, sleep will not come.
Downstairs, read the mail. The answer is not as expected. Try to confer with the artist. He has been sleeping again.
What the hell, nothing works
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