thoughts right now.
The more expensive lavendar incense that smells more like REAL dried lavendar in the package smells much less like it when burning than the rather less expensive 'french lavendar' incense does. I'm certain deep down somewhere that it surely must be working on a deeper (heightened?) spiritual level but either way i still can not sleep. I sneak-steal a swallow of my roommate's mysterious Italian alcohol he smuggled over and toss turn twitch legkick whimper frown in pain. The new pills work slightly better but i fear i must ration them. Do not use them when you can be sleeping, use them when you must be working. But i can not sleep because i am wracked with tension and pain and frowning-angry pain-induced stress.
I should hobble on over to my blossoming pain group and nurture it and tell them all of my suffering these past two weeks and how and why it has kept me away from here but i really must try and sleep because i work in the morning and all week and never a day off again until the girl arrives, as she is coming for another visit this weekend already and nobody even knows, somehow.
I want my weblog back, only better. At least, once, i had design skills, even if i had no ideas. Now i have neither, and can barely remember rudimentary html codes let alone the building bocks it takes to create a website. I could look them up, and learn again, i suppose, but then i would be back to having no ideas. I was a real web designer once though, i really was... I swear...
Perhaps one more sneak-steal-swallow could numb me into sleepiness but i really don't have the heart and this pain distresses me into depression and the unwillingness to fix it, which i ordinarily would not feel.
return to bed.
The more expensive lavendar incense that smells more like REAL dried lavendar in the package smells much less like it when burning than the rather less expensive 'french lavendar' incense does. I'm certain deep down somewhere that it surely must be working on a deeper (heightened?) spiritual level but either way i still can not sleep. I sneak-steal a swallow of my roommate's mysterious Italian alcohol he smuggled over and toss turn twitch legkick whimper frown in pain. The new pills work slightly better but i fear i must ration them. Do not use them when you can be sleeping, use them when you must be working. But i can not sleep because i am wracked with tension and pain and frowning-angry pain-induced stress.
I should hobble on over to my blossoming pain group and nurture it and tell them all of my suffering these past two weeks and how and why it has kept me away from here but i really must try and sleep because i work in the morning and all week and never a day off again until the girl arrives, as she is coming for another visit this weekend already and nobody even knows, somehow.
I want my weblog back, only better. At least, once, i had design skills, even if i had no ideas. Now i have neither, and can barely remember rudimentary html codes let alone the building bocks it takes to create a website. I could look them up, and learn again, i suppose, but then i would be back to having no ideas. I was a real web designer once though, i really was... I swear...
Perhaps one more sneak-steal-swallow could numb me into sleepiness but i really don't have the heart and this pain distresses me into depression and the unwillingness to fix it, which i ordinarily would not feel.
return to bed.
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That usually helps, however if you require something stronger, it can be arranged.