Moaning again. That’s not what I’m supposed to be doing on here. I’m supposed to be upbeat and singing songs about the glories of schizoidery. Bringing a little joy into our humdrum lives (to quote the glorious Lina Lamont).
I had to look up humdrum just then. It was first noted in 1553, that word. I like it. Don’t you? Here are Webster’s list of words that rhyme with it:
alum, aplomb, bass drum, bay rum, beach plum, become,benumb, degum, dim sum, dumdum, dum-dum, eardrum,far from, green thumb, hail from, ho-hum, how come,income, in sum, outcome, pond scum, side drum, snare drum, sour gum, steel drum, subgum, succumb, sweet gum, therefrom, to come, Tom Thumb, tom-tom,wherefrom, yum-yum
Do Americans really say ‘from’ to rhyme with ‘hum’?
I digress. It’s 3.20am and my brain’s scrambled. Bisran.
I can’t sleep. Hence all the blancmange falling out of my brain onto the blogpost in the form of asinine garbage (pronounced a la française).
There was a blurting to my host after the last confession of utter uselessness, and I felt better for a few days and was quite productive for two. But now the weekend has slipped away and I’m facing the same problem but exaggerated.
Can’t see a way out of it at the moment. If six weeks in California hasn’t cleared my head and made a breakthrough, what the hell will?
Fucked if I know.