Had That Kind of Therapy. (sometimes I wonder about how the...severity? intensity? of therapy is reflected in my therapist's offer of a hug). My face is still stiff with salt and my mind just goes around on this fucking carousel of self-loathing, self-pity and self-doubt. I'm unemployed, I should be accomplishing all the things before Delight's baby arrives, I should be teaching myself to code, I should be panic cleaning for the house concert on Saturday. I should get up and go pick up the farm share.
But I'm tired, and I hate putting the dog in her crate, and it's bright outside, and I can't get out of the bed. Maybe therapy, farmshare pickup, getting a dog license and going to Manners 101 with Eagerness, then bowling with Light is enough. Maybe I can just watch bad netflix and cross-stitch. More precisely, maybe there's a world in which I can do that thing and not self-judge. It's not this world at the moment, but maybe there is one.
Dropped the ball on the song meme. My favorite 70s song seemed like it was going to be easy, Ode to Billie Joe by Bobbie Gentry, but when it turned out it was actually released in 1967, I drew a blank. And since I'm having so much trouble even posting to lj, that was enough to make me abandon the project altogether. But, once more into the breach, etc. I remembered it wasn't just music my parents played, but that a bunch of goth and punk things were happening in the late 70s/early 80s.
13. One of your favorite 70s songs - Jumping Someone Else's Train by the Cure.