Amazing the good a nap does a body.
Nov. 19th, 2003 11:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
artemis42Had a kickass warm fuzzy nap after finishing that last entry. I get smiley just thinking of it's nap-based gloriousness. My roommate came in, woke me up and helped prod me out of my nest of blankets so I could get to work on time. Still felt icky as hell, but I survived the shift. I'll be picking up some extra hours on Sunday, working a 10 hour shift instead of the usual 7. It's going to suck, but I really need the extra cash right now.
It's raining pretty steadily up here tonight, and I've got the place to myself. The metal roof outside my livingroom window provides nice ambient background amidst bird whispers. Tim's doing his all-night radio show, Jesse's in Miami, and its nice to light candles and some of my favorite Japanese incense, listen to some of the music I like that I wouldn't bother to subject the guys to, and catch up online. Morgan's probably going to be here around 2 am, and we'll hang out a bit, crash and do something tomorrow. Depending on how the day goes, I might go down to CT and hang out with my buddies at Buried Under.. I've been missing that part of my life lately. I'll be driving 45 minutes to get to class on Friday morning, doesn't matter whether it's up from CT or down from here. We'll see what the Bug and I end up doing.
.. It's nice to be writing again. Even if it is this silly LJ, at least it's for me. I even stopped writing in my journal several months ago.. haven't picked it back up yet, either. I'll do a retrospective update eventually, but I need to get some distance first. The sense of connectedness has been helping a lot, as well.. I didn't realise how isolated I felt. Shaking off the urge to burrow underground is much easier when I have something to focus on besides letting my brain attack me and fool me into feeling sorry for myself. What a waste of time.
It's one thing to have a clear sense of how things have gone awry, but it's something else entirely to dwell on it to the point of depression. Dumb idea. :)
Much more fun to reconnect to myself and my loved ones.
*waves*
Thank you for reading this. :)
Later.
-Me.
It's raining pretty steadily up here tonight, and I've got the place to myself. The metal roof outside my livingroom window provides nice ambient background amidst bird whispers. Tim's doing his all-night radio show, Jesse's in Miami, and its nice to light candles and some of my favorite Japanese incense, listen to some of the music I like that I wouldn't bother to subject the guys to, and catch up online. Morgan's probably going to be here around 2 am, and we'll hang out a bit, crash and do something tomorrow. Depending on how the day goes, I might go down to CT and hang out with my buddies at Buried Under.. I've been missing that part of my life lately. I'll be driving 45 minutes to get to class on Friday morning, doesn't matter whether it's up from CT or down from here. We'll see what the Bug and I end up doing.
.. It's nice to be writing again. Even if it is this silly LJ, at least it's for me. I even stopped writing in my journal several months ago.. haven't picked it back up yet, either. I'll do a retrospective update eventually, but I need to get some distance first. The sense of connectedness has been helping a lot, as well.. I didn't realise how isolated I felt. Shaking off the urge to burrow underground is much easier when I have something to focus on besides letting my brain attack me and fool me into feeling sorry for myself. What a waste of time.
It's one thing to have a clear sense of how things have gone awry, but it's something else entirely to dwell on it to the point of depression. Dumb idea. :)
Much more fun to reconnect to myself and my loved ones.
*waves*
Thank you for reading this. :)
Later.
-Me.
