02.27.04 - 12:11 p.m. the worst day of my life, bar none. right now, i have the sick, quickened feeling in the pit of my stomach that must presage a bout of hyperventilation. the sun is in the sky and its a lovely almost spring day, but i have this sick, slick stone sitting heavily in my stomach, weighing me the f' down. i feel like i'm going to fall through the chair and hit the ground, then get dragged down thirteen floors, then maybe hit some hellfire and brimstone. i don't know. i'm panicked. this sucks. i hate people. in particular, i hate official people but i'll extend that to everyone else. this is the sort of mood in which people do crazy, stupid things, but here i am trying to get my billables in for the month, utterly rended over blargh, whatever. i just want to disappear.
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I am not a Marxist.
-- Karl Marx Dei remi facemmo ali al fol volo. -- Dante Inferno XXVI.125 Intelligent Life Apollos Azra'il Cody Migali The Psycho Salam Pax Silver Wolf she feeds the wound within her veins; she is eaten by a secret flame. -- Virgil, Aeneid, IV By your stumbling, the world is perfected. -- Sri Aurobindo |