Thursday, March 8, 2012

It feels like...

This is the first morning that has the tang of autumn on the air. It is crisp, cool and quite perfect. The morning is quite at odds with how one feels though. There is a deep feeling of annoyance and restlessness slipping around under the edge of the skin. It makes you feel like you are smiling on the outside and would cheerfully take a knife to anyone standing in front of you. It must be something in the air... the cat bit His mother as she went past. Sighs she has already had one tetanus shot courtesy of the cat...

The cat is growing bolder too now that it has worked out the dog is no more. Before when you put her out the back door she used to shoot between the bars of the pool fence. This was an odd behaviour given that she used to beat the crap out of the dog on a regular basis... and go down to its end of the house to do it. Now she saunters around the back yard... tail in the air... a small and vicious queen in her domain.

Unlike the cat though, the cause of this feeling is not the quiet pleasure of winning. This is the feeling one gets before circling around the downward spiral of a mild depressive episode. An episode brought on by a mild dissatisfaction at work and the lack of sex. See for us sex is communication. It is intimacy and connection and most importantly it is the best anti-depressant one has found. Unfortunately Skyrim has robbed one of that drug... in fact one could lay claim to a widow's weeds... except they are kinda dull J

After four weeks of very little sex one is left scratchy and cross and difficult and cranky and... With scales that are starting to lift and clack. If one had had wings they would be starting to unfurl ready for the flight of the dragon shrew...
Sighs but as one is supposed to keep that famous temper in check it turns inwards and begins the downward spin instead.

Fortunately He came home and taking one by the wrist dragged led one off to bed...
You know that old joke about how do you have sex with a porcupine? The same applies to sex with dragons...
He chose the sneak attack... which while dirty pool was probably a sensible approach.
So soon the feelings of aggravation will pass... until one gets to work at any rate. Let's be honest, going to work never improves anyone's disposition J

1 comment:

lil said...

Chess is our Skyrim. And I must say, it has killed all love I had for the game.