Nothing left for me to do but sit all by myself and brood...
I'm in a bad mood, and I don't even know why. I should be happy. I have a place to live, clothes on my back, food in my refrigerator. Lights, hot water, internet, cable television. A job. My pharmacy technician training. My family and friends. My cats.
And yet here I am, waking up randomly out of sleep at 2 am, and pissed off at some nameless something.
I'd love to talk about what it is I'm so angry about, but I don't even know what it is. I won't have any of my own money until Thursday; that's sucky, but not the end of the world. It's not like I'm PMS-ing; just got over the damn thing. I have writer's block; that could be part of it. I'm at no loss for ideas, and there's always old stuff that could be resurrected from my Document graveyard, but hmm, I've got nothing. My brain actually suggested to me today to write some Paire. WTF? I was happy thinking about it all day at work, and when I got home, I didn't even want to anymore.
I'm even happy about what slashy good times there are to come in tonight's next week's (aww, man! I was all excited it was tonight!) upcoming episode of Heroes. That's strange, because it's not like they magically resurrected Nathan Petrelli or anything. Just the mad slasher in me, I guess, and the fact that Peter Petrelli is pretty when he's all dressed in black and emo and three inches shorter than his arch-nemesis.
What the fuck, mood swing? Why are you here? When will you leave?
It's probably just the writer's block. It's got to be. Someone needs to cuddle me through the internets and tell me they love me and that it'll come back soon. :)
Edit: You know, every time I scroll through my moodtheme to choose my mood, it always makes me feel better to know that Nathan always has a face for every emotion. Who said Nathan Petrelli wasn't emo?! lol.
And yet here I am, waking up randomly out of sleep at 2 am, and pissed off at some nameless something.
I'd love to talk about what it is I'm so angry about, but I don't even know what it is. I won't have any of my own money until Thursday; that's sucky, but not the end of the world. It's not like I'm PMS-ing; just got over the damn thing. I have writer's block; that could be part of it. I'm at no loss for ideas, and there's always old stuff that could be resurrected from my Document graveyard, but hmm, I've got nothing. My brain actually suggested to me today to write some Paire. WTF? I was happy thinking about it all day at work, and when I got home, I didn't even want to anymore.
I'm even happy about what slashy good times there are to come in tonight's next week's (aww, man! I was all excited it was tonight!) upcoming episode of Heroes. That's strange, because it's not like they magically resurrected Nathan Petrelli or anything. Just the mad slasher in me, I guess, and the fact that Peter Petrelli is pretty when he's all dressed in black and emo and three inches shorter than his arch-nemesis.
What the fuck, mood swing? Why are you here? When will you leave?
It's probably just the writer's block. It's got to be. Someone needs to cuddle me through the internets and tell me they love me and that it'll come back soon. :)
Edit: You know, every time I scroll through my moodtheme to choose my mood, it always makes me feel better to know that Nathan always has a face for every emotion. Who said Nathan Petrelli wasn't emo?! lol.