Thursday, 15 November 2012

Icarus Skywriting # 40

Glum
Glum is one of those words that speaks how it sounds, I feel glum today, caught with a heavy cold that got worse and not better, a cold sore that arrived about 2am and is still growing and a fug around my eyes, is it nature's way of saying I am having too much fun (or not enough) I suspect the latter, what else can it be? All I know is that its making me tired but I have to go into town cos the lens fell out of my Ray Bans and I hate to be without them. So I will vaseline my nose, zovirax my lip, balm my soul and pull on a big scarf to see how far I get, then this afternoon I will wrap myself in a duvet on the couch and read the new McEwan which I am actually enjoying - ochone. I might also listen to this: