2003-01-16 06:03:04 ET|
My mind is on i/o overload. I wanna close the shutters, and embrace tranquil, autistic, silence.
An infitity of thought processes running independantly give me an uneasy feeling - nausea of the head, not the stomach.
I feel anxious, agitated, jittery, nervous, self-conscious, more "aware", or "alert". Like someone pushed the 'turbo' button and all of a sudden I've ascended to transcendence, a higher state of mind.. Only I'm not handling the rush. I bet this is what speed feels like (well, maybe.).
I'm out of work in an hour. I confronted my boss today. I'm glad I did, though the whole concept stressed me out a little too much. The bastards had the bright idea of having us mere mortal employees do a weekly "cleaning duty". I'm sorry, I'll be washing my own cup of coffee thankyouverymuch. What am I a soldier? The fucktard didn't even get what's so horribly wrong with that.
Anyway, I won't be doing it, so I don't give a fuck.
Going out tonight. Ugh, nd it's a thursday! Eep. New club opening. I'll be heading home first, getting myself prepared for the big night (my girl's coming to sleep over!! *ghast* I should tidy my room a bit). Then I'll go to Noa's palce and help her choose artwork for her portfolio...
I'm sort of.. hmm.. Not-looking forward for tonight. I don't know why. I guess I'm just tired and pissed and not in an entirely great mood, and I wish I were. Things'll be looking brighter, soon enough, though (I hope).
:: Listening to: Assemblage 23 - Document ::