Yeah, sure buddy, why don't you play that in tempo!

So yesterday I was in quite a tiff.  I couldn’t let the days tribulation just be.  Here are some of the irregularities I exhibited:

Feeling sick: which I was hoping to avoid.  Thus getting me upset.

Responding to a friend’s blog, which I hardly do.  I kept thinking about the word “divide” and just kept getting upset.  Which was the theme all day yesterday.  I was flustered on feeling festered about festering and was filling up with this volcanic sludge that culminated in an explosion at 3:45 this morning. I’ll write about that in the following paragraphs. On the plus side, the blog made me reflect on my own ideas about parenting, leading to yesterday’s entry. 

 

Wait, there’s more…

 

Later at rehearsal I was a complete tempo miser, which I never am because our music is about, now to be corny, the ebb and flow of music.  We were trying to come up with a new song and I kept getting angrier about every passing note and passage they played because tempos were “all over the place”, than I finally said, “ENOUGH.” 

I went into pissed mode and reprimanded my band mates for not knowing how to play their guitars and proceeded to blame them for making me look like an ass when we play out live.  They just stood there looking at me, saying nothing, which made me angrier, at which point I said practice was over apologized and left.  Don’t worry everything is fine now, I also explained I was “not feeling it” and trying to get in the mood to play was making me crazy.

 

And more…

 

I got home tucked in for a nice rest and the damn animals woke me up at 3:45am.  Jean-Luc decided he would crap on the newspaper next to litter box, usually being ok, but then he went ahead and announced his accomplishment by making as much noise as possible to celebrate his masterpiece.  Needless to say, I was in complete disarray because it was so early in the morning and I could hear this ungodly loud paper rustle in the living room, that when I went to grab the cat to place him in the garage, well guess what…he decided to protest by biting me, I’m talking a break the flesh kind of bite, and that was the straw, because he unleashed the demon that had been brewing all day.  Then, I decided to yell at the cat, which without thinking about what I had done, alerted Brody, the dog, that something was wrong and to him that something was a nice pile of almond rocca left by the cat.  

So, while I was trying to get the cat placed in the garage, I had my dumb dog eating cat poop, and my demon increased ten fold.  I dropped the cat to go for the dog, that I managed to shove from the cat poop, and then I accidentally, in my ruckus, awoke the sleeping giant that is L and she had no clue of what was going on. I’m sure it seemed like a sea of chaotic “tom foolery” caused by me and the pets, I tried to readjust my steering by telling her to go back to bed, not a smart move on my part, because at that moment it was close to 4am and everything living in our household should have been dreaming of electric sheep, plus to finish I had the dog eating poop, the cat running from me and L thoroughly pissed off at me.  Not a so good start to my day.

 

Moments later…

 

As the silent light alarm shines its morn siren light, L and I had not gotten a goods night rest and were short with each other, that was when L told me some interesting factual research, that she does so well, that yesterday, while it was a day of great celebration, Inauguration and all, it is also the day and time of year, statistically speaking, when people are at their most depressed and choose to off themselves.  

What does all this mean? 

I blame my crazy behavior on all the bad vibes that were circling me yesterday, caused by all the depressed people in the world... no... universe.

The End. 

Xcuse the tiepos, I’m at skul.

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-M