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Entry tags:
- anxiety soup,
- aw hell no,
- can't brain today,
- can't sleep tim curry will eat me,
- doom!,
- drinking instant karma,
- eeevil,
- emoriffic,
- eta,
- it's weatherish out there,
- neutron star,
- one pill makes you larger,
- person-shaped blobs of sentient misery,
- raised by wolves,
- sappy's choice,
- say your safeword,
- snotalicious,
- state of the mokie,
- sweep the leg!,
- three cheers for reincarnation!,
- tree bad fire pretty,
- two lincolns for every napoleon,
- why did it have to be snakes?,
- you are my freight train
Nothing that can't be fixed with a flamethrower.
I'm currently stuck in a horrible depression loop.
I'm pretty sure I know why--the two week heat wave killed my appetite, my sinuses and my sleep schedule, so I'm sniffly despite three kinds of medication, sleep-deprived but not sleepy thanks to the decongestant, and hungry but not feeling it thanks to the phlegm. And then being hot, hungry, sleepy and sneezy all conspired to kill my attention span just as a big job came in, so I'm feeling all of that and frustrated and stupid and worthless.
Fortunately it's the kind of depression that manifests not as woe! woe is me! or I'm not worthy of hygiene!, but as a seething rage that pops up randomly against random people for no good reason. Actor on TV who cannot act, I will kill you with my mind! kinds of rage, pointless and brutal but quickly passing, thanks to that short attention span.
So that's fun.
I'm not sure if I should grab my camera and go hide for a while, or consume vast amounts of coffee and hammer this job until it submits.
Update: And the random brown-out just now answered my question. Camera it is!
I'm pretty sure I know why--the two week heat wave killed my appetite, my sinuses and my sleep schedule, so I'm sniffly despite three kinds of medication, sleep-deprived but not sleepy thanks to the decongestant, and hungry but not feeling it thanks to the phlegm. And then being hot, hungry, sleepy and sneezy all conspired to kill my attention span just as a big job came in, so I'm feeling all of that and frustrated and stupid and worthless.
Fortunately it's the kind of depression that manifests not as woe! woe is me! or I'm not worthy of hygiene!, but as a seething rage that pops up randomly against random people for no good reason. Actor on TV who cannot act, I will kill you with my mind! kinds of rage, pointless and brutal but quickly passing, thanks to that short attention span.
So that's fun.
I'm not sure if I should grab my camera and go hide for a while, or consume vast amounts of coffee and hammer this job until it submits.
Update: And the random brown-out just now answered my question. Camera it is!