I'm afraid I find myself in a bit of a blue mood today. Blue wandering dangerously close to self pity territory. Ridiculous, right? My life's pretty darn awesome so I shouldn't really whinge too much. I think I've been on my own too much lately and prey to not good thinking. Ah well, I figure it'll pass if I just coast thru it.
Couple of good things: had a great time at dinner with friend Casey and friend Liam listening to Mariachi Fuego at the Cactus. I defy anyone to be depressed while listening to mariachi music... impossible :)
Finally made it to the driving range today and it turns out all this fitness nonsense might actually help my swing. Seriously, there is a whole thing that involves my hips that never used to happen. Woot woot!
At home tonight I have employed a sure fire cure for the blues. The Philadelphia Story. James Stewart and Katherine Hepburn, sure. But it's really all about Cary Grant.
Talk to you tomorrow and hopefully the blahs will have lifted. Keep a good thought for me, will ya ;)
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