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Feels like shit. Really, truely, like shit. This must be what depressed people feel like all the friggin' time. Now there's a horrible thought for you.
I've had two minor "panic attacks" in the last twenty four hours. I have been up since 1900hrs yesterday. I almost hit a bus this morning on account of my dodgy breaks (okay, the bus would have stopped, since the driver saw me, but it was a closer shave than usual). And when I slept through most of yesterday, I had what were somewhere between bad dreams and non-emotional dreams.
Somewhere in the midst of all of this is the rather sickening realisation that I'm ruining what started off as a not-so-bad-day-at-all. So, double-ugh.
It's March 15th. (Heh. It's right this very instant 12:42pm on March 15th.) The almighty Ides of March, and on a WEDNESDAY. AND (I think) it's Holi. Holi, for crying out loud. Thus, if I'm allowed to go my usual obsessive response, I can claim that today is a sort of weird lunar three-year anniversary of ONE OSD, while this Friday will be the ACTUAL three-year anniversary of ANOTHER OSD. That's gotta be kind of rare, considering that both OSDs kicked off four week periods.
God. If life would only stabilize just a little bit, maybe I could kick back and appreciate just how really great life just might be right about now :). Oh, not just "might be" - IS. Really. I promise. God.
This post was posted by Unknown at 12:24 pm
"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."