anxiety, meds (+???), earworm, and of course cats (sigh)
Well, after waking up to ABJECT CAT PANIC, going out and feeding six perfectly happy playful healthy cats (albeit cats who DESPERATE WANT BE INDOOR AN PLAY FEATHER), then still having ABJECT CAT PANIC...
I broke down and went back on Celexa. This was a fascinating experiment and it was nice having glimmers of spontaneous libido now and then, but it just wasn't worth the low-grade fearfuzz at every waking moment.
It doesn't help that my old My Bloody Valentine earworm lived a full natural life, flew off as a big shoegaze butterfly, and left goddamn Carole King "Tapestry" in its place. The whole fucking interior of my brain is coated in melancholy folk webbing and I hate it.
I have invited Reggie Watts and his old band over. Maybe he and 16 repeat plays of Maktub's "No Quarter" can do something about it.
Here, would you like a little Reggie larva of your own? It's really an extraordinary cover. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRsF1fQm3_0
