Thursday, August 23, 2012
For reasons I cannot figure out the month of August has always been the worst time of the year for me. It might have something to do with heavy humid days combined with an intense heat that sucks the life out of most people. Another possibility has to do with the fact when I was a kid August meant summer break was soon to be over with another school year rapidly approaching like an unavoidable hurricane. Meaning my sad mental state right now is nothing but an instinctual relic from the time of homework drudgery, ornery teachers, and disappointing report cards.
Whatever the case my adult years have not seen anything better for this month. If some sort of bad luck came my way it stands a better than average chance of occurring during this month. Occasional good luck exceptions do exist but whenever they pop up I am always weary of the universe throwing an extra clump of high octane monkey poo to even out the cosmic scales. About the only thing nice I can say about this month is that September is usually better, although a nasty after taste of August can last for a week or two. Why even bring this boring crap up? Just finishing up a long and fairly disastrous week. The detail are unimportant, anyone who has read my inane meanderings for any length and time can easily imagine the usual suspects that hound me like a metaphysical Ahab with me being the tortured white whale.The first song sums up longing to be anyplace but where I am right now.
This song makes me feel better because autumn leaves means August is over. Plus Diane Krall is smoking hot in style, talent, and simple sexy beauty.