Saturday, May 14, 2005

Caught in the Undertoad

Have you ever had those days where you just feel.... off?

Something feels wrong, or at the very least not right, but you just can't put your finger on it. On the rare occasion that I feel like this and hub asks "what's wrong?", I tell him that it's The Undertoad (if you don't understand the reference, hie thee to the library and check out The World According to Garp - by our friend John Irving which is worth a read, Undertoad or no Undertoad).

It is the slow relentless tightening between your shoulder blades that you just can't shake off or stretch out. It is the uneasy gnawing in the depths of your innards. It means that there is something lurking beneath the surface that you can't see, but you can feel it's benevolent gaze upon you.

I think it is just the accumulation of little things drawing together to create a Frankenstein's monster of dread and guilt over things left undone.

Maybe it's just the weather.

Maybe I just need an Extra Large Coke.