February 1st, 2002

(I've tried patience)

Heh. Wonderful.

Me, to my brain, last night : Now, you've got a long day tomorrow, best you try and get some sleep.

Last night :

10:00 House Meeting
10:30 Phone G
10:45 Fall asleep because G is talking to Aunt
11:00 Am woken up by G who is trying to keep me awake, bless her
11:30 Phoned by ciphergoth
12:30 Get off phone and write vituperative, if rather good, poetry
01:00 Decide am not going to sleep for a bit, so attempt to write English essay through tears
01:30 Give up and try to sleep through RPing - first time it has totally failed in years
02:00 Give *that* up and start recording Velvet Goldmine ST for Nadia
03:00 Finish. Look at watch. Blink. Curse. Will brain to be tired. Brain says it is tired, but it wants to think some more
03:15 Brain comes up with such a fucking disturbing thought that I lie in bed thinking about it and shaking for twenty minutes
03:35 Get up, put Erasure tape on, will it to send me to sleep
04:00 Finally fall asleep to "When I Needed You". Irony only hits me at
07:00 When I wake up to face the day.

So. Rargh.

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  • Current Music
    Eh...I can't remember. Erasure, of course.
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~tilts head~ *Random* entry. Sorry.

I have way too much time for thought. Way.

So I can string words together. So what? What's to love?
I'm charming? Then why isn't anyone actually *charmed*, hmm?

Ach. Damned with faint praise. Indeed.

...any time, and you'd never know when, and...
Jesus. Shut my brain off. Please.

Heh. Off to Keats. Now there was a man who knew how to cheer himself up...

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Later : If I melt any more, I'm going to flood the house. ~shakes head~
  • Current Music
    'My Heart...So Blue', Erasure.
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Or...

...what the point of Boris Vallejo is?

~rolls eyes~ No way you're going to succeed against an angry troll wearing *that*, miss.

ANYway.

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  • Current Music
    'New Generation', Suede. Mmm...Brett Anderson. Cheekbones!
(I've tried patience)

~sigh~

Officially tragic, today. With the missing, and the wanting to give various far distant people massages, and the loving.
Tragic.
~nods~
Tragic.

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  • Current Music
    'Paid My Dues', Anastacia.