Nnngh, the sick I am being! OH NO it is the bad thing of fear and sicking vomit that turns us into the TWISTED TOILET god. A spoon is a happy friend radar.

The cold seeps into my heart like a sponge soaks up liquid, slow and sluggish. The rest of the day gets no better, as this frozen hell continues. Burn, motherfucker. Burn.

Days off are a great thing. Who's to say it isn't our basic human right to sit on our duffs for a day of consciousness and do absolutely nothing but rest up? So do the smart thing, take a day off to read a book, go out with your significant other, write a story, sing a song, practice your skills...whatever you want. "Let's stop praying for someone to save us, and start saving ourselves. Let's stop this and start over. Let's go out--let's get going."--KMFDM "Dogma"

I wasn't invited to anything last night. Not an inquiry, not a spared glance in my direction, nothing. I consider myself to be good friends with several people at work, many of whom were going to certain get-togethers. Not a word. On top of that, I was expected to do the work of around 3 people today, which isn't unusual, but I didn't need it on top of already feeling manic depressive during the 8 hours of Kiss Customer Ass-athon. And one of the girls that was supposed to go see The Two Towers this evening (Good movie, go see. NOW, HYAH!) didn't even return my calls after making a horribly weak excuse about having to do her laundry. During the short drive home that seemed like a long drive, I wanted a deer in front of my car so bad I could already taste the jerky. I wanted to die.