Hey, everybody. I’m really feeling tired and worn out today, so I’m not going to say very much in this post. This time, I think I really mean it. There’s not much to report, anyway. I’m not sure there ever is.
I’ve written about 3000 words on Outlaw’s Mind this week so far, but I had to go back to the computer to do it; the longhand project was encountering some problems. I’m afraid my handwriting has degenerated beyond even its former, maddeningly messy form, hard though that may be to believe for those who have seen my curse-ive before. Also, it’s become more difficult and slower for me to do. Some of this may just be due to lack of recent practice, but it was very frustrating, and so I abandoned that noble idea.
I did some recording (on video) of myself playing some songs on guitar, and singing along, for practice and self-evaluation purposes, and one of them—the Beatles song Help—turned out reasonably well, so I decided to share it on YouTube. I’ve embedded it here:
I also am taking a break from my antidepressant. It doesn’t seem to be doing much good, and it’s been having some irritating side-effects. I know it’s not usually a good idea to change one’s medical regimen without consulting one’s doctor, but since I am the one who “prescribed” it, and since I am the only doctor I’m seeing anymore, I guess that criterion is met. We’ll see how it goes.
Other than that, there’s not much to say. Life, as John Mellencamp said*, goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone.
I hope you’re all doing much better than I am, and that you’re staying warm, staying safe, and staying healthy. Maybe next week I’ll write more. Maybe not. I don’t know.
*I’ve probably even quoted the line many times before, but I don’t feel like checking.