Black Cats Creep Across My Path Until I’m Almost Mad

I don’t really care much for Halloween, actually, but the title of this entry, “Black Cats Creep Across My Path Until I’m Almost Mad” is the first line of the intro of the song, “Everything Happens To Me.” It’s a funny song, really, not at all gloomy, because it’s funny, and I wish I could be the same way, but I’m not quite up to it at this point.

I haven’t written any entries in Henry Reed’s Journal for a couple of weeks, I guess, or longer, even. A couple of weeks ago, our cat Emu died. I guess for one thing, I’ve been too sad to write anything funny, or goofy, which is about all I’m capable of. A lack of enthusiasm has overtaken me. But I couldn’t really write anything else here, in this private journal, because how can you go on like nothing happened? I guess I figured the next thing I’d write would be about Emu, but I still don’t feel up to it. Even right now my words feel clumsy and cheap. I’d put a picture of him here, but I can’t even bear to look at pictures of him yet. I suppose someday. Anyway, there is nothing profound about this. I’m just sad, and it’s not a literary kind of sad, it’s just sad.