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got all my stuff to the one workstation now I think. Gonna have to behave myself with IRC and chat and stuff, but Ithink I'll be okay. I'd go nucking futz if I couldn't peek at least all day. The guys (and gals) in my chans get me through the day.
feeling ... poopy right now. Tired. Lethargic. Like going home and reading perhaps. But, well, I feel too restless to read. Does that make sense? I get this way, too often of late, where i don't want to have to do anything, but I am too bored to do nothing. The reason is simple ... the only thing I want to do I can't, and nothing else suffices, sorta like craving chocolate, all the carob in the world isn't going to make you not want it, it'll onlymake you sick trying to fill that empty space with the wrong thing. Having Richard here soon, even only for a while, has become a physical need. Reiki or no reiki, or whatever... the reason I am so pissed off is becase I am sitting here watching my body and mind deteriorate, and the only solution that will work is not an option. You all wonder why I am a basket case. Watch yourself slowly destroying yourself and not be able to stop it. See how you feel on the other side of it. And no one can know what it's really like unless they have been there. And if you have, good fucking god do I feel sorry for you.
You know I know it sounds morid as fuck, but I don't really care, it's how I feel. Like I am watching myself die. Like I am watching my desire to go on slipping through an hourglass because if nothing else on the other side of that hourglass, there is the 50-50 chance of no more pain. Here, well, I can pretty much map out what I've got here. At least, the pessimistic side of me can. Jesus fuck, I'm a morose little girl. *sigh*
I still have that feeling like part of my mind has deserted me. Like a part of me went baibai. Like some part of me couldn't take it anymore and went on sabbatical. God I hurt. I'm tired of hurt. I'm tired of hurting Richard, and myself, and making everyone around me watch as I fall apart. I don't want this. I want my darling by my side, in real life, not in my own little happy fantasy world. I want to start on a better life. I want to move on. This part of my life is growing old.
I wasn't going to go here. I really wasn't. but I'm finding myself back at square one after not feeling too shitty this morning. Little things are bothering me. certain women in his LJ interests that I didn't notice before. not having him here, as always. knowing I'm going to basically be gone the better part of tomorrow and sunday, but hopefully he won't be out all night saturday and I can tell him all about the attunements, part one. But saturday night is part of when he goes out. and I don't really know when I will be home. I ... part of me just fucking doesn't care what happens now as long as something happens. Fucking find him a windfall or hit me with a bus but do it now and get it the fuck over with. the anticipation is driving me nuts.
anyhow. Off to to at least make believe I am working for 2 more hours. *grump*
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