trixel

Can't sleep. I feel (to quote Ren) like a quivering sac of protoplasm. See, it's not sufficient for me to wake up and worry about things in my life, lately I've begun worrying about things in everyone else's life as well. I know I can't live other people's lives - I can barely live my own - but I so want my friends and loved ones to be healthy and happy.

There are some days, when my protoplasm isn't quite quivering enough, that I start worrying about people I've not even met. Surly teases me about my feelings for the Coalminers of Kentucky.

If I spend a little more action on my own life, perhaps I can stop my friends and loved ones from worrying about me.