Jun 07, 2005 01:11
I'm incapable of not directing myself to a high note, it seems, no
matter how I really feel. This is a good thing in my fiction
writing. Not so much when journaling. It's not false, but
at the same time, such expression of hope is a liiiiiiittle far from my
real thoughts tonight.
Bed. I'll end up tossing and ruminating uselessly but maybe I can
get some decent sleep. *snort* Maybe I'll listen to Mr.
Brightside; seems that that might fit my mood.
And WTF is up with the apostrophes bringing up a search toolbar?? Go the fuck away already!