Somber. Quiet and unexciting. That's the mood I'm in right now. For some reason, I got into a funk late tonight on my way home from Tink's. Maybe it was the coffee. For some reason, I felt so burnt out and utterly paralyzed after I drank that coffee, but I would bet you that I don't fall asleep until 6am. Hopefully, I'll be able to write two articles, then head off to bed. Maybe I'll watch a movie. I finally got my hands on a copy of "Spellbound," so maybe I'll watch that. I also bought a copy of "Runaway Jury." Another movie that I have not seen, but have a good feeling about.
Today, was a weird day. Every second, I felt like I wasn't really plugged in, or that I wasn't really behind the wheel. I think it's probably because of the eerie weather we had. When Tink and I left for dinner, I experienced the "yellow sidewalk" effect, where you can tell it's going to rain because everything is slightly discoloured. Car lights are luminous to the point of retinal damage, and stoplights look like they could suck you into their bright, red light. When we left Groucho's, my absent mind was brought on full-force, as Tink and I strolled out into a surreal Bayview. First off, there weren't many people outside, and for some odd reason, that bothered me. Secondly, the weather had shifted from "yellow sidewalk" to just plain weird. When I looked down the street, it looked like the sky was holding a secret. It didn't look real. The buildings along Bayview were right out of Blazing Saddles, since I felt like there was nothing beyond these storefronts but braces, and open desertion. I couldn't see one single roof, up or down the block, and when I looked up a side street, there wasn't any help. It was almost as if my mind was in on the gag, and had blurred my vision on purpose, so that this perpetual boulevard resembled a backdrop.
To be honest, I've been in a funk for a while. Everything has seemed to be a copy of a copy of a copy. The mediocre activities that exist between the time I wake up and the time I fall asleep, have started to dig under my skin. Not only did the irritations commence, but there appeared to be no hope in sight. Tonight, however, I think I may have found a solution to my problem. The Radio Shack in my old neighbourhood is now hiring. As long as it's not based on commission, I might actually enjoy working there, if I get the job of course. Personally, I feel they owe me this job. After I spent $190 on cables and connectors to set up the electronic beast in my room, I feel some sort of reimbursement is in order. I've had ideas thrown at me the last couple of days, and most of them sounded excellent. Now I just need to get my damn haircut so I won't be re-creating a scene from Hair, when I apply for a job. Shag may be a good thing, but not in the corporate world.