Monday, September 29, 2008

psychoanalysis

shirl sent me a message at around 2am saying that she woke up in the middle of the night looking for a law book to read.

yesterday was an actual monday morning that i didn't hate. i woke up and felt guilty about trading in my daily dose of coffee for a cup of hot cocoa with tons and tons of marshmallows. i felt attached to the bar materials that i used to throw against the wall out of frustration. i look for stress now.

my room's gradually getting back its inhabitable state and i wake up without a codal by my side. i have six months of waiting to do and if the bar didn't break me, i keep thinking maybe this one will. everything seems perfect now: no stress, no bar, no cramming. somehow, i can't help feeling that it's wrong and i'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.


Song of the Day: More Than This (by the 10 000 Maniacs)
It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like dream in the night
Who can say where we're going
No care in the world
Maybe I'm learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning

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