freakpirate

I've spent the last three months in mental traction
Woeing all I could forsee
I slept myself free
And cursed at all awake
The medicine I'd take

I've pretty much hit total apathy today. I just don't want to do anything. I don't really feel anything. I'm just kind of sitting here, listening to music, waiting for something to happen. I'm going to go drink and play cards with my roommates shortly but I'd really rather just crawl back into bed.

I'm currently reading this. And it's quite interesting but it's sitting on my bed, bookmark in place because I don't have the attention span to finish the chapter I'm on.

I broke down
On the train to southtown
Midway inbound
Eleven to your seven
I held out
Carrying this crutch around
Angry words came rushing out
Eleven to your seven

Don't be frightened if I disappear for a while. I can't pay my bill here so I'll be back... if and when I can afford it.

Now I could pound on the keys so hard and
Make the mallets slap the strings and
Pump the pedals till I'm breathless and
Sing off key and
Wouldn't that be just like me?

I'm excited for the rest of the week but it can't possibly come fast enough. I'll be spending the next three days holed up in my room or at work. I don't really need the time alone.

We broke down
Miles out of Morgantown
A midnight rainstorm crashing down
Not one breathing soul around
Eleven to your seven.

You've really got nothing to worry about. You know how I get.

Sunday

Well... still here so far. I'm sitting on my laptop in my kitchen because I'm going stir crazy in my room. I'm watching Man of the Year and waiting for my supper to cook.

Why can't it be Wednesday?