within a minute of waking, monday announced itself to me in angry stressful terms & went downhill from there, feeling like the sound brakes make when they're worn down to the rotors & being applied against inertia in desperation, the kind of sound you hear with your teeth.
there was more to the metaphor at first -- it went on to mention the addition of 'in flames' to downhill due to an explosion of a stockpile repressed ammunition too unstable to be used for communication purposes or somesuch. & then it got hopelessly entangled in itself & began to whine piteously, so it was sent off to spend the day in draft status & reflect on its erroneous ways.
whether it escaped or was eaten by the voracious depression i stuffed in there with it, we'll never know. both are currently missing, & while they are certainly not missed, their absence is a little alarming, considering the circumstances & all.
feckless: hopeless, incautious, ineffectual, irresponsible, meaningless, reckless, shiftless, weak, wild, worthless. purposeless. some days the URL is used ironically, on others it fits like skin. & irony does abound these days, just not where the URL is concerned.
i was thinking the exact same thing that scott said! spooky!
feckless = poet
You'd think, with that advent of "permanent press", that irony would be a thing of the past.
Ahem. ...back under my rock.
It's too bad that self-flagellation can't be banned like an ip.
Your bad days read so very well.
...sure enough, they are off drinking and dancing with the sock from the dryer that always comes up missing.
Damn them all for having such a good time while we suffer.