Manic Depression

It's one of those days, you know? I try to keep it at bay. Try to think happy thoughts, or think about something else, do something else... Maybe EAT something to get some energy (I tend to get a bit depressed when my blood sugar is low). But not today. Doesn't work. Just some kind of hole opening up in front of me. And fittingly enough, I am at work. Great, splendid etc. I am out of here in 1.5 h, but then I got a fucking train ride home, and I am not looking forward to that.

It is very interesting how it is always the little things that destroys me. Little, pesky shit.

Maybe Prague was too good or something and now all the shit I should have felt comes all at once? Or maybe it's just me who has been a jerk and brought this on myself? Quite possible. I know that if some of the small things had not happend I would probably worry about something else.

If I could stay in my appartment for the rest of my life, I think I would. Just stay there with my cats and books and movies and records and not talk about it. Because talking about it just makes me feel even worse. It makes me feel just the same + shame, so no thanks.

But life is not so bad. Just gotta collect some debts, read some books, ant tidy up a bit. Then it will be alright.

On a lighter note, the Siebensünden/Teratologen-album is magnificent. They have to keep on collaborating.
Drop Dead Prague was maybe the most awesome time I have had in a long long time. I understand there has been talk about having it in Sweden the next time. I am not really in favour of that idea. If it was in Stockholm it would be great for me (since I live there), but Stockholm is an expensive city to be a tourist in. Part of the fun in Prague was you could drink your head of every night and still have money left to buy CDs, shirts and food on the way home. You could eat really good food really cheap. That ain't gonna happen in Sweden. I would prefer Tallin or Riga. Or maybe even Portugal. Preferebly not Poland. Too many catholics.