This collection of entries is from December 08, 2003.
...deep inside of me...
oops, sorry. I'm still feeling a bit "punky". I'm really bloated, I'm having problems fitting in my clothes.... I feel like Violet Beauregarde in Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory when she got to the dessert of the three course meal gum... ("It happens every time, they all become blueberries!")... I can't fight this weird-ass feeling. I thought the weekend would help. In many ways, it seems worse... Is this what's going around?
I really don't do "sick" very well at all. I knew I wasn't feeling right the other day when I started talking to myself. When I don't feel well, I find myself talking through everything I do out loud, as if to help me focus on what the hell I'm supposed to be doing. Weird, eh?
Man... I shouldn't have brought up Willy Wonka...
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"There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining?
Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes, the danger must be growing
'Cause the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing! "
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