2002-07-12 & 3:22 p.m. : q-tip(tm) nation
in other news, i think this mood is starting to lift. i think the antidotes to this deadly so-close-to-climbing-a-clock-tower-with-some-sort-of-rifle mood have been, in no particular order: chainsmoking listening to the boys talk about toasting to not blacking out listening to the boys practice their sweet sweet rock and roll the mr show dvd the mr show dvd with commentary in which the commentators don't so much comment as they do get drunk and be funny not having nightmares involving executions and terminal illness for the first time in a week doing laundry and actually folding my clothes once i took them from the dryer the first break in the heat in a month finding "another girl, another planet" by the only ones on song spy dancing to "another girl, another planet" by the only ones at 3am before i went down to the basement to watch mr show and then go to sleep without having nightmares for the first time in a week
it sucks that fridays don't mean anything to me anymore. i have one more week of freedom in which i will no doubt not appreciate said freedom and then i start my job. and that's when i am hoping everything will really start to turn itself around. |