2002-09-03

When pain strikes...

grab the nearest box of mind numbing, sleep inducing, colorfully packaged, silently wrapped, blister packed, sealed for your protection pills pills pills and a big glass of water and open wide, here comes the airplane, and down it goes, down the hatch and down down down

I think I am going through another depressive phase. Today I threw soup right across the whole kitchen. It has stained the walls and the bench. I did that at lunchtime. I still haven't cleaned it up. Naughty me. Crumbling mind frame of madness that is crazy for not being able to progress to the next level, to take the step into being. A paradigm shift is occuring, I have lost touch with responsibility. I haven't been to work for three days. I haven't left the house. I have lost my marbles.

Do you think Oprah has the answers?

Maybe some more Prothiaden will help...

Pity those who are so self-obsessed they are forced to spew out ugly words into the purity of the digital world in order to feel better about their sordid, ugly lives. That's me by the way, not you. and I do feel a bit better, thanks for asking.

bitch - moan