the priest dressed children for a choir
I feel like a cat with all it's hair up. Agitated is the word I've been looking for all day.
Agitiated. Like I'm a piece of clothing in a washing-machine.
Want another effexor or maybe a stiff drink. Too bad neither will really be much help.
Want to hide and not deal with anyone or anything for a good long time. Want to get back to working at the evc where my biggest problem is tourist traffic and what time should I take my coffee break and what do I do to pass the time when I finished my book earlier than expected.
Don't want to be touched or talked to. Want to be ignored. Want to exist in silence and cool darkness for a few days. Want to hide. If I weren't me, I'd run away from here. If I didn't have a sense of responsibility to everyone, I'd drive until there was no more gas or make myself sleep forever.
Not feeling the urge to light a match, which is, I suppose, good.
One class tomorrow. One class, lunch, french discussion and then an afternoon to hide. Maybe I'll drive to zanesville and spend money I don't have on clothes and books I don't really need or even want.
I hate the internet and the computer and the fact that "I want to be left alone" isn't an acceptable away message.
Agitiated. Like I'm a piece of clothing in a washing-machine.
Want another effexor or maybe a stiff drink. Too bad neither will really be much help.
Want to hide and not deal with anyone or anything for a good long time. Want to get back to working at the evc where my biggest problem is tourist traffic and what time should I take my coffee break and what do I do to pass the time when I finished my book earlier than expected.
Don't want to be touched or talked to. Want to be ignored. Want to exist in silence and cool darkness for a few days. Want to hide. If I weren't me, I'd run away from here. If I didn't have a sense of responsibility to everyone, I'd drive until there was no more gas or make myself sleep forever.
Not feeling the urge to light a match, which is, I suppose, good.
One class tomorrow. One class, lunch, french discussion and then an afternoon to hide. Maybe I'll drive to zanesville and spend money I don't have on clothes and books I don't really need or even want.
I hate the internet and the computer and the fact that "I want to be left alone" isn't an acceptable away message.