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Gah!
I am so pathetic. I just can't keep it together these days. I'm becoming all these things I don't like about people: whiny, weak, problematized, perpetually ill (for real, in addition to arguably becoming a moderate hypochondriac--sometimes I think this is true, and sometimes I think I'm actually just dying...not too solvable considering it's still me doing the thinking, is it?), needy, somewhat uncompromising...I don't try to seek out pity because I feel so disgusting for being constantly bad-feeling in one way or another to begin with, but then, not wanting to lie either, how does one answer "how are you feeling"? "Great, thanks!" "Manic depressive with a side of lupus symptoms, extra cluster headaches." "Full of infection! Wanna feel my occipital lymph nodes?" "Covered in bruises from studio, in addition to my inexplicable joint pain..." "Well, no major physical symptoms today; today I pretty much just want to gnaw my wrists" (reference courtesy of Straw6erry).
Okay. Enough bitching. That was most of it; I thought maybe I could purge here and then not to say any of those things again for awhile. That would be great. It just sucks because when I'm in physical pain, it distracts me from the ol' winter blues; but when the physical pain (mostly) abates, I immediately feel like shit again. *Snark*
If anybody tells me to buy a sunlight or cut carbs or sends me useful S.A.D. links, I will cut you. This post is strictly for bitching ONLY.
In other far awesomer news, Jeremy and Lindsay and Stacy and I are going to see the Dresden Dolls tomorrow!!!!! In Rhode Island--THAT'S fanhood. I'm so excited. If you don't know who they are, you suck, so please enlighten yourself and explore this amazing website http://dresdendolls.com/ and then download "Good Day," "Missed Me," "The Perfect Fit," "Bad Habit," and/or "Coin Operated Boy."
On to find an adequately punk--caberet-burlesque-appreciating outfit to wear tomorrow.
Psst- I'm reminding you all in advance: Jeremy's birthday is the 10th. Don't forget.