Thursday, November 24
I am good in two things: enraging others and upsetting myself.
It's been a long, gloomy, wet week. I don't think anyone fancies arguments. I, for one, believe that senseless quarrels sap energy like vacuums, like the Black Hole, like hygroscopic salts - unnecessary yet inevitably concurring.
Exactly twenty-two words from my mouth and I manage to wreck the night before bedtime. A sisterhood of near nineteen years is never immune to pettiness and a certain extent of childish, stubborn nature, as proven about half an hour ago. Three hopeful lines into the chilly air ignites little response other than turn up the chill.
Silly, silly.
I know my remedies well. To cry into my instant noodles to Romeo+Juliet is amazingly therapeutic; to crank up the volume for Radiohead is a neat trick; to go to bed and pray that Jesus comes tomorrow morning takes the cake.
Dozing off involuntarily on:
1. buses to and from school;
2. during the classic supposed-horror movie, Psycho; and
3. in front of the computer
just says it all.
Fwah.
I feel like I'm spinning on a stationary chair.
This spells t-r-o-u-b-l-e.
So, excuse me while I indulge in remedy #3.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 9:59 PM