no painted desert

I called out of work today, citing an
upset stomach. In reality, it was because
this racket in my head is sliding towards
near unbearable. I couldn't go into the
office like this, I'd never get anything
productive done.

Orphan called me on the phone last night.
The ringing startled me and I kicked my
computer desk with a knee, thereby causing
the bat candle that Stellar sent me over
the weekend to topple over and lose a wing.
Poor little bat. I shall have to figure a
way to get him in flight again.

So now, it's just me wandering around the
apartment by myself. It's rather quiet
and I'm listless, once again. Surprise!

Love will save you

Love will save you when the ocean splits itself in two
Love will save you when the cold wind blows right through you
Love will save you when the poison eats the precious air
And love will save you from the snake that crawls around down there
But it won't save me
 
Love will save you from the evil and the greed of ignorant men
And love will save you from the guilt you feel when you
betray your only friend
Love will save you from yourself when you lose control
And love will save you from all the lies your lover ever told you
But it won't save me
 
Love will save you from the truth when you think you're free
Love will save you from the cold light of boring reality
Love will save you from the corruption of your lazy-minded soul
And love will save you from your selfish and distorted goals
But it won't save me
 
Love will save you from the black night and the lightning and the ghost
Love will save you from your misery, then tie you to the bloody post
Love will save you from the hands that pull you down beneath the sea
Love may save all you people, but it will never, never save me
No it won't save me

~the swans

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Still feeling at odds with myself. And with
an overflowing ashtray, to boot. Earlier, I
was feeling hungry, so I decided to make
something to eat. Nothing tremendously
complicated, very simple.

Upon finishing the preparation of this food,
I decide I don't want it. I'm not hungry
anymore. Food gets wrapped up and stored away
in the refridgerator.

I'm such a tool.

Hmmm...cigarettes...