Friday, September 16, 2005

Foot in Mouth Disease

Mes Amis

You ever have one of those days where every fucking thing you say is wrong? I mean mind bogglingly, stupidly, earth-fucking-shatteringly wrong?

I've had one of those. No real story to tell but if I didn't get it down somewhere, I think I'm going to fucking explode.

Its been in conversation, on the phone, in emails (right after clicking the send button you realise what you said, realise just how it might be taken given certain contexts). Christ, probably just in the way I've been looking at people. I've probably alienated people, from friends to lovely ladies to, hell, probably people pass me by in the street. And all of it completely without thinking until maybe five minutes later about how it went wrong.

Maybe if I just go to bed.

Yeah, that's what I need. Rest. Everything'll be fine again in the morning.

Unless there are a few more people waiting to tell me just what I said wrong...

Au revoir

Russel

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

"You ever have one of those days where every fucking thing you say is wrong?"

I think that's called being married, Russell. :) (Just don't quote me to the wife!)

Russel said...

Heh, you're probably right... And don't worry, if your wife asks, I never heard you say that...

Its all looking a little better in the light of a new day at least... Let's see what happens when I leave the house...

Bugtastic said...

Could you try lolling your head slightly so people have that element of doubt that maybe you do, actually, have sometihng wrong with you?
Works for me!

Mystery Dawg said...

Is this the Scottish case of athletes tongue?