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07 March 2005 @ 10:02 pm
5 Days  
How strange to have failed as a social creature -- even criminals do not fail that way -- they are the law's "Loyal Opposition", so to speak. But the insane are always mere guests on earth, eternal strangers carrying around broken decalogues that they cannot read.



There are issues lurking in every corning and they all want to be dealt with, but I feel like I can't handle any of them. I just want to hide and sleep until Friday.

Some of the issue highlights:

Chiefly Topamax (and others as well) turning me into a total dimwit with the attiention span of a fruitfly and a memory like a sieve. Damnit, I try, but sometimes, I can't parse sentences or remember what I read 10 minutes ago. Since being smart is pretty much my only quality, this sucks. It's no excuse, but well, I have never been accused of being nice, I have become even more of a nasty cynic.

Light flashes and glowing buildings. No comment.

Medache. All down the left side. Limping to the store was fun today. And there I thought the joint aches started at 50.

8 weeks of daily sobfest in the evenings. So.A.Wimp.

 
 
Current Mood: indescribableindescribable
 
 
 
Amberminttown1 on March 7th, 2005 07:26 pm (UTC)
You are not a wimp. You're doing something very few people could or would do.

I'll be sending good vibes. I'm still convinced it makes a difference.
~eledhwenlin on March 8th, 2005 05:12 am (UTC)
You're not a wimp. Not. At. All.

You are really brave. You stay there and go on, even though it's so hard for you. You have to fight every day. You could give up. But you don't. You trudge on and on. One week, dear. *hugs*
doctorbabedoctorbabe on March 8th, 2005 01:29 pm (UTC)
You are soooo not a wimp. You're doing what we all do -- getting through life the best we can. And you might not see it this way, but I think you're doing a hell of a job. *hug*