miss_lady

"If it's not the defense then you're on the attack
When you start talking I hear the Prozac
Convinced you found your place, with the pierced queer teens in cyberspace
When you were yourself, it tasted sweet
It's soured into a rountine deceit
Well, this drama is a bore
And I don't wanna play no more"

"Losing a Whole Year"----Third Eye Blind


I'm not always one for radio-friendly music, but on and off for four years this song keeps speaking to me.

I feel racked with anxiety now, probably due to sleep deprivation and too many lattes. How else can you get through work when you don't feel like eating or sleeping much?

"April is the cruelest month" T.S. Eliot said. It's only mid-March and my heart feels heavy....like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I should be out celebrating my Irishness right now, not thinking about what tomorrow holds, and other thoughts that are a real buzzkill. No time for feeling down. Where's my partner in crime, anyway?

Like dear ol' Uncle Sebbie says, whatever your problem is, "suck it up".

love, K