...and sulking?

Northerners, man. That's just how we deal with it. Well, not even pouting. That would be too active. Its more like a sulk.

It's either a hateful glare
Or utter despair

it's winter. shitty weather and rain, and no heat in my practice space.

i start working again in a week. some see that as a good thing...i guess it is.

i'll get over it when the sun shines again.

Back to fucking work after the Christmas break. The bus was full this morning (the 6.30 am bus!), loads of people got on at the airport (although I was squeezed against a rather attractive young Polish lady- Maybe an exotic dancer). It's almost permanetly dusk during the day, it's raining, it's windy, I didn't sleep well last night, I'm at work.

I'm not pouting. I'm expressionless.

Crappy corporate job just turned parttime.

I'm never gonna get a flying car!

Being physically sick at work. Those metal bins don't hold as much as you might think.

i haven't had cooking gas in three weeks

I'm painting the bathroom.