December 2009
20 posts
Overcaffienated.
Dehydrated.
Undermotivated.
Wish the speed of my life could be slightly sedated.
Looks like another all nighter frozen in the studio basement.
There's that time in the middle of the night
where the world is a silent hum.
When I’m walking around and the cold is stinging my nose and my cheeks and my hands, I feel alone and perfect and focused. I’m grounded in the cold; it bites back the numbness, the monotone of every day. It makes your nerves dance on edge. Makes you feel absolutely alive within a world that simply engulfs anyone not strong enough to fight.
Part of...
What the fuck
am I doing?
I’m confused. I’m convoluted. And I’m right back where I started.
Is it okay to be whatever? To not worry? To not gain closure?
I don’t know. Do you?
Take It Slow
Take it easy on me Shed some light Shed some light on things.
“My Moon, My Man” - Feist
Finals week doesn't seem
so doom and gloom this year. I’ve written down everything I need to do and I’m getting it done. Although, I’m mostly throwing myself in work to avoid other things. It appears to be working. I’m happy when I’m productive. Sort of relieved, short term happiness, but if that’s what I’ve got to hold on to for now, I’ll take it.
I should start up running...
