Can never decide the right balance of letters in that word. I mean, should the emphasis be on the letter "r", and the anger part of the equation, or should there be more of the "g" and the anguish, or angst contained within? The "a" and the "h" seem to just be there for flavor, not really symbolizing anything, just a vessel for the feelings conveyed by the "r" and the "g". Even with that said, I just typed out one "a" and 2 "h" characters, so that must mean something.
Me, I'm more just annoyed with everything in general and nothing in particular these last couple of days. It has manifested in me buying doughnuts and pop and beef jerky, and, when I went to see the Lion King, popcorn, with butter, because of course. As is the case with so many denizen of this web site, junky food is a comfort, even when the angst is of an unknown or amorphous origin.
Went to a free blues concert yesterday, and a lot of the people in the meetup group I did that event with got up and danced, after a lot of coaxing from the singer, Thornetta Davis, who might be best known for appearing on Kid Rock albums in the late 90s and early 2000s, including doing the chorus vocals on Wasting Time.
This song is one of her own, from her "Honest Woman" album, entitled, "I'd Rather Be Alone," which she performed last night.
Now, I'm not a dancing person, just being too hyper aware of my uncoordination, and not carefree enough to just go through any old weird spastic motions (one member of the group is kind of an odd duck, and he dances kind of strangely, too, but he apparently just doesn't give a crap, so more power to him!), so I sat and just listened to the music, which was good. Afterwards, some of the people were going to another place where there would be music and dancing, and I demurred, truthfully claiming to be kind of exhausted. But it was as much not wanting to be in the company of these folks, enough of whom I know, and whose company I generally enjoy, while I'm in a wet blanket non dancing mood/mode.
Add to that pretty much having made up my mind that I'm not going to Atlanta this year for the Progpower festival, the concert fest I've referred to often in this space as my heavy metal family reunion. And the continuing non-employment, for which the month-long work trip to Canada was a temporary balm, but I got home a month ago now, and the salve has worn off. And a few other things, simmering for now, but still adding to the rancid stew in my mind.
Going out to dinner at a Japanese/hibachi place with some of the same folks from last night. At least there won't be dancing involved, so I can enjoy the company without feeling pressured to move my fat butt. At the Slurping Turtle the other day, I went for the ramen rather than the sushi. Sushi will very likely fall again tonight, because hibachi. Gotta go with the dinner that comes with a show, right?
Sunday plans at the moment involved pickleball in the morning, and maybe a concert at night. Band called Striker, which I've mentioned before, as an outfit I've seen 3.5 hours away, and 8 hours away (driving distance) from home, so I feel (amusedly) obligated to go check them out a half hour away. But I severely doubt the show will sell out, so I'll make a game time decision, see if I feel like heading out after dinner tomorrow.