self-disgust
Sep. 4th, 2003 09:52 amWoke up feeling like shit. Partially from some stuff from last night, partially from getting tired of the going-nowhere I've been doing lately. Too much navel-gazing, too much monitor-gazing. I need to get out and do something social. I need to stay in and do art. I need more energy. I need to exercise regularly.
I need to make things. I haven't, lately. I always start hating myself when that happens.
Experience teaches me that the way I feel at the beginning of a workday rarely corresponds to how I feel by the end, so maybe something absolutely wonderful's going to happen. Hell, Ralph's back in town, which always means that Spümcø becomes more unpredictable.
But in the meantime, I am cranky.
exercise, shower, bus (draw), work.
I need to make things. I haven't, lately. I always start hating myself when that happens.
Experience teaches me that the way I feel at the beginning of a workday rarely corresponds to how I feel by the end, so maybe something absolutely wonderful's going to happen. Hell, Ralph's back in town, which always means that Spümcø becomes more unpredictable.
But in the meantime, I am cranky.
exercise, shower, bus (draw), work.
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