2002-12-31 02:52:38 ET|
Tonight: New Years Eve special at the regular ol' damn place with 80s Synthpop EBM Industrial Metal and Britpop. yippie-ka-yay.
Can you tell I'm looking forward to tonight?
Happy fucking New Year. Good riddance, 2002.
On other news, my mother wants to "talk" to me. If you've been following, you guys should know I haven't been sleeping well. A month and a half, is enough time for me to decide it's not just gonna go away. Something is wrong. So I asked her to set me an appointment for heir doktor this friday. See what's wrong with my head-meat. Maybe I'll go to a shrink (heh, and I thought I'd be the only kid in my family who didn't go to therapy - How wrong I was!). In the meantime she wants to 'talk' to see what's bothering me.
Thing is, I don't know what's bothering me either.
A lot of things, but nothing really. I don't know. Everything from the state of the planet, my non-existant and fairly cynical love life, the fact that I'm not a kid anymore, my job, my unsure future [or: what/when do I want to start studying], ad infinitum.
Could this be what's waking me up 2 and a half hours before the alarm?
I don't know.
Maybe I've still not gotten used to sleeping on my back. I used to sleep on my left side, but now it's all pierced, and I can't... Then again, it only strted a whle after I got my piercing (I think)... And anyway, why would that wake me up after 3-4 horus sleep?
This is fucking me up, I can feel it.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm a...fraid.
*goes to doodle some more me-in-moose-suit and spaceships*
:: Listening to: Covenant - Dead Stars [live]::