grungy sunday

love you so much it makes me sick, come on over and shoot the shit
beat me outta me.. beat it! beat it!

('Aneurysm' - Nirvana, from Incesticide)

the sun never rose, the clouds stayed put and lashed rain down on the dull New England landscape. i could have been in Seattle. i reached out a lazy hand and slipped in the Nirvana CD.. Incesticide. now i was almost in Seattle. skulked around the apartment in a faded tshirt and trackies with an unlit cigarette dangling from my lips and a bottle of beer hanging from my hand. now i was in Seattle, home of grunge. in mind and in body too.

gloomy rainy days bring out the best and worst in me. sometimes i am inspired enough to cook lots and clean the place up and be generally productive. other times i roll around in bed and be lazy. today was both.. i cooked up a storm in the kitchen - baked chicken with a salsa sauce, stirfried veggies in a mushroom sauce, spicy sausage and spinach with basil and onions, fried rice and a large vanilla cake too.. enough to tide me over the week i hope. and then i was lazy, after i cleaned up the apartment, i lay in bed and had a few beers, and watched a couple of tv shows until it was dark.

there is no moral to this story, i'm just babbling. hope y'all had a great weekend, and a good Mother's Day too. see you during the week.