October 4th, 2001

firesea: self-portrait

bleh.

The Adderall is having no apparent effect yet. Not that I expected it to do so, but....

Boss is unhappy again. There's large construction equipment in the middle of our front yard (without any warning or permission). Still having allergies. The world's about to go to war.

Now would be a *great* time for me to be able to drown myself in robots. Unfortunately, I haven't a clue what to do with them right now, as I know jack about networking, and can't really get myself to be interested.

gonna go take a swim in the pool of self-pity. be back later.
  • Current Mood
    morose morose
firesea: self-portrait

(no subject)

Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign
towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself
churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood
letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no
fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament,
tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions,
offer me alternatives and I decline.
  • Current Music
    REM - It's the End of the World As We Know It