calm
This song is for the rats
Who hurled themselves in to the ocean
When they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold
Were just about to blow
I am taking procrastination to new heights. I'm also working so much harder and more than I ever have and loving it. I'm coordinating several small projects (small = 200 x more work than Bruce), reading until my eyes are crossed every night, using the bus to cart my ass all over town, pulling information out of the internet that really shouldn't even be there, and drinking so much soda that I think I'm altering the chemical composition of my blood.
Yay.
Oh, and I'm calm again. Friends are friends, and friendship is good enough. I'm loved, even if not in the bizarre way I want to be.