Another now-report

listening to: The Sex Pistols
Eating: Pistachios (wishing it was chocolate grenache or cheescake... or both)
Feeling: Tense.... very tense. (yes, that's a code word again... I seriously think my brain will explode if I keep going like this) I aint had my cookies in many, many months and I am a cookie addict. If I had a rooftop, I'd just stand on it and scream. What a waste of my peak years.
Trying: to work... not concentrating.
Wishing: I was in a mosh pit turning this pent-up emotion into nice, innocent rage.
Thinking: too much, as always.
playing with: a bouncy stuffed bird
Missing: My "friends" (...if a transient outsider can really have friends)
Also feeling: Sleepy. I bought a bunch of sleeping stuff last night. Didn't work. I am immune to that stuff. My insomnia is stronger than modern medicine.
Wearing: my favorite brown hat (the one in the pic with the bass), tan cords, etc...
craving: Well, we all know the #1 answer, but also craving the sushi rolls my sister makes. Sissy makes the tastiest sushi-rolls.
Hating: Circumstances that bind stars into their crossing paths, as well as whatever it is in me that has made own my path a tortuous meandering sashay over the coals of stupidity.
Would just about die for: No, not that... actually, I was thinking of sleep, but a special kind of sleep... a sheltered kind of sleep... someplace warm and safe and happy.
I Live for: the day that death no longer sounds appealing. I also live for fun days with friends, time with my precious neice, and good food... and chocolate :) Hey, it's the simple things.
Because my favorite philosopher says: "Happiness comes in small doses" Maybe you don't consider Dennis Leary a philosopher, but as Tori used to say "You don't evey know!"
I'm about to: get back to work
tonight I plan on: soaking in lavendar/magnesium bath salts, taking lots of sleep-aids, and if that doesn't work, I'll punch myself in the jaw and knock myself out. I MUST SLEEP!
:)
And you guys?