I wish I still possessed a copy of Lady Hawke, for I am sadness.
I know it's only been a fortnight since Ted died, but I am subject to tragic thoughts when I Scooter. I started crying half way home from work. Really it is enough to put One off Scooters. Great though they are.
It was the same with Bubba after he disappeared. I guess Ted is the closest I've come to having a long term relationship to anything. It is only fair that I cry as much for Ted as I did for Bubba.
I wish I was still painting, even though I've never shown any talent for it.
It was a stopgap that stemmed the bad thoughts.
I shall buy a canvas this weekend to hammer into my subconscious my lack of talent and hopefully the urges will ebb. It's not as if I am any kind of artist?? It's stoopid. Appropriate for the stoopid pills, hey?