Then there was you…

So this showed up in my mailbox on Thursday. It doesn’t actually come out until Tuesday, but that’s the occasional perk of pre-ordering things I suppose.

Ooof.

Matt Nathanson is so ridiculously good at what he does. My only complaint is the eleven song track list falls just short of 40 minutes in length. Is it just me or are full length albums getting shorter even with the requisite 10 to 12 songs? Seems like everything falls short of the 45-minute mark these days.

Regardless…

So. Fucking. Good.

In other news…

… My car battery died. AGAIN. Goddammit Joel. It had been all of maybe two weeks since we last drove it. I have a sinking suspicion there is another problem draining the battery than just non-use. That’s all we need. More car repairs. The last time we had to take my car in we coughed up almost a thousand dollars to fix a tiny piece of plastic. FEH.

… The phantom smoke stench is trying to kill me. I am convinced I am completely insane. WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SMELLS IT???

… The anxiety has been out in force the past week. The constant pit in my gut is a whole lot of nausea and the thought of putting food in my mouth makes me physically gag. I can’t pinpoint a trigger for the life of me and that just reiterates that Generalized Anxiety Disorder can go die in a fucking fire.

… I’ve been listening to too much bad pop music but it soothes the bad-addled brain and I’m pretty sure Darren Criss could sing just about any song and make me like it.

… The biggest downside to having a husband who is smarter than everyone he works with…getting called in on Saturday morning to fix problems.

Boo and Hiss, I say.

Boo.

And Hiss.

Last Days of Summer in San Francisco
Matt Nathanson

2 thoughts on “Then there was you…

  1. you should probably talk to your doctor about the nausea and phantom smells.
    Good luck with the car.
    I’d love to see you again sometime. Maybe we could meet somewhere, so neither of us has to drive too far?

    1. And then it’s two weeks later…cripes.

      I would love to see you. I’d love to meet the new little guy! I have a gift for him that’s been sitting here since your shower (that I missed). My schedule is pretty much open. Let me know what works for you. ^_^

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