can't sleep dammit
usually on nights when i have a test or something i stay awake all night. i am hoping tonight is NOT one of those nights but the odds are against me. i have already done all my homework, WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL (who does that?!) and read two cook books (meaning i looked at the pictures, drooled, and wrote down the pages i want to use later on).
i am wondering what you all are wearing/doing. i have "baby it's cold outside" stuck in my head and i'm not sure how i feel about it, because it's definitely too hot inside, and i am not a baby (literally not) and so the song doesn't apply to me.
this awkward burst of energy is making me think i probably have manic depression. for those of you who read my last post, i have decided not to seek any medicine for myself (apologies all around for the fact that i won't be changing), because i am not sure i believe in depression. at least, not for me. i mean it's real but i think i can manage it. fuck depression up its sorry ass.
i don't like to be
depressed because that's so lame
so i will be fine.
that's a haiku i wrote to simplify and illustrate my situation in broader terms.
and here's a sentence with a lot of big words:
indeed, the hilarious reprisal of my arduous task has led me to a considerable lack of empathy for all those who lie therein without one of which i shall never again be reviled by in terms of their antiquity without the ever present hutzpah.
and with that, i am going to take another sleeping pill and hope this one does the trick.
love to you all...and to all a good night.
melissa jane
i am wondering what you all are wearing/doing. i have "baby it's cold outside" stuck in my head and i'm not sure how i feel about it, because it's definitely too hot inside, and i am not a baby (literally not) and so the song doesn't apply to me.
this awkward burst of energy is making me think i probably have manic depression. for those of you who read my last post, i have decided not to seek any medicine for myself (apologies all around for the fact that i won't be changing), because i am not sure i believe in depression. at least, not for me. i mean it's real but i think i can manage it. fuck depression up its sorry ass.
i don't like to be
depressed because that's so lame
so i will be fine.
that's a haiku i wrote to simplify and illustrate my situation in broader terms.
and here's a sentence with a lot of big words:
indeed, the hilarious reprisal of my arduous task has led me to a considerable lack of empathy for all those who lie therein without one of which i shall never again be reviled by in terms of their antiquity without the ever present hutzpah.
and with that, i am going to take another sleeping pill and hope this one does the trick.
love to you all...and to all a good night.
melissa jane