2004-10-13
Pictures Can Speak Volumes
hearing: nothing
reading: The First Men On The Moon by H.G. Wells
feeling: crazed. despondent. tired. very angry at self. very much hating self. crying because my jaw hurts. very very badly.
[emo moment] QUIET MISERY Combustible Material
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Dang. I'm such a useless procrastionator. I have to get back to my self-overworking small pile of work now. Somehow the task of waiting til morning seems impossible and bland. Finish work first. Sleep later. But I just wanted a short break to vent myself. Somehow. I feel better now. It will be easier to go work. I think.