April 8th, 2021

Scorpio

Some days are low days.

I've been sad today.

It has been easy to think of sad things, and I've been thinking of them while not doing much else. Trying to think of happy stuff leads me to thinking of related sad stuff: it was really neat how in the mid-Nineties at college I got to see an Asian print of the bonkers Jackie Chan action movie Drunken Master II, but then I think about the news I learned recently that that Eugene theater has now closed. I wanted to read something happy, and I pulled William Goldman's The Princess Bride off the shelf to re-read the one published chapter of the sequel Buttercup's Baby, then I thought of how harrowing just that one chapter is and how it's sad that Goldman never finished that sequel.

I've had more thoughts like that today. Also I've been low on energy. I've rested, which is probably honestly the best thing for me to do, but I'm feeling unmotivated to do anything else.

Smartly, in moods like this, I know not to drink. I like to drink when I'm feeling better about things: if I'm going to exaggerate my mood, why do so when I'm sad? So, no beer tonight, or whiskey. Maybe another night. Maybe on a better night.

And yes, I know, it's the day mentioned in the Nineties movie Empire Records as Rex Manning Day, and (and I quote) "we can't be sad today, it's Rex Manning Day," but I've never seen Empire Records. Would quoting it make me feel better? Let's see.

Anyway. Low day, today. Low days happen sometimes. I'll keep weathering it.
Berthold Run

I can do stuff while feeling low

After posting the earlier entry, I did a walk. And an errand. A combination walk-errand.

I needed to return a library book, Beverly Cleary's Sister of the Bride (1963). It was dry out, and a little cool, so I bundled up, grabbed the book, and hit the road. I went down Harold Street to 52nd Avenue to Woodstock Boulevard, reached the Woodstock branch of the library, and dropped it into the slot. Now the book waits for three to four days before it gets checked in and returned to a shelf.

Then I walked home. Down Woodstock to 72nd, past the just-reopened corner bar at 72nd and Harold, then home.

Oh, and on the way I found 11¢ in change.

Getting something done outside the house probably improved my mood, at least a bit. Productivity! It can happen when you're a little sad.