Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
"If you must write prose and poems
the words you use should be your own
don't plagiarise or take "on loans"
there's always someone, somewhere
with a big nose, who knows
and who trips you up and laughs
when you fall
who'll trip you up and laugh
when you fall"
"Cemetery Gates" The Smiths
Those lyrics have been on my mind for about a day or so now. It's weird, to be re-obsessing with certain segments of The Smiths' all too brief career.
Listening to the Smiths, again, and not being able to drive for the foreseeable future has me wanting to re-listen and re-discover all my CDs have to offer. I'm thinking The Beatles or Jefferson Airplane should be next, but I could be wrong. Yes, I am still listening to CDs in 2011. I know, they're so last decade.
Today has been a lazy day. I had a pretty active weekend, actually, what with the garage sale and Easter. In regards to Easter, I saw 3 of the people that are currently causing me pain, and I was able to keep my calm around all 3 of them and talk to them peacefully and civilly. In fact, I think the interactions with all 3 went so well, I wouldn't necessarily mind having them back in my life. But, that could be premature.
I still need to work on me. There is much wrong with me; I am riddled with disease.
Tonight will be a long night, and I feel that might be part of my hesitancy to launch into any major projects at this moment. I will be in meetings/occupied from 5-9. Hopefully it will go well.
I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. As per suggestion and per my advice, I decided to monitor my behaviour these past few days. Indeed, I am manic still. I want to at least lower, if not completely eliminate, the prozac. Also, I need to avoid caffeine consumption, for fear of inducing mania. I don't want to be manic or severely depressed anymore. I just want to live in the middle, in comfort.
Okay, I've prattled on long enough. For fear of being excessively specific (which I'm afraid I've already violated), I must leave, and carry on with my day. Words and thoughts must become actions. Cheers.
the words you use should be your own
don't plagiarise or take "on loans"
there's always someone, somewhere
with a big nose, who knows
and who trips you up and laughs
when you fall
who'll trip you up and laugh
when you fall"
"Cemetery Gates" The Smiths
Those lyrics have been on my mind for about a day or so now. It's weird, to be re-obsessing with certain segments of The Smiths' all too brief career.
Listening to the Smiths, again, and not being able to drive for the foreseeable future has me wanting to re-listen and re-discover all my CDs have to offer. I'm thinking The Beatles or Jefferson Airplane should be next, but I could be wrong. Yes, I am still listening to CDs in 2011. I know, they're so last decade.
Today has been a lazy day. I had a pretty active weekend, actually, what with the garage sale and Easter. In regards to Easter, I saw 3 of the people that are currently causing me pain, and I was able to keep my calm around all 3 of them and talk to them peacefully and civilly. In fact, I think the interactions with all 3 went so well, I wouldn't necessarily mind having them back in my life. But, that could be premature.
I still need to work on me. There is much wrong with me; I am riddled with disease.
Tonight will be a long night, and I feel that might be part of my hesitancy to launch into any major projects at this moment. I will be in meetings/occupied from 5-9. Hopefully it will go well.
I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. As per suggestion and per my advice, I decided to monitor my behaviour these past few days. Indeed, I am manic still. I want to at least lower, if not completely eliminate, the prozac. Also, I need to avoid caffeine consumption, for fear of inducing mania. I don't want to be manic or severely depressed anymore. I just want to live in the middle, in comfort.
Okay, I've prattled on long enough. For fear of being excessively specific (which I'm afraid I've already violated), I must leave, and carry on with my day. Words and thoughts must become actions. Cheers.