jill caved and went to sweet-n-tart with me. turnip cakes, yam thread and dumpling soup, more. then i came back home and had what joel informs me was a panic attack. how fabulous.
[jameswatch2k]: music is on at low volume. i rang his doorbell. no answer. one of two things […]
it’s interesting charting how my body deals with itself as i get further and further away from sleep. i developed a stress headache a few hours ago but managed to kill it off with a bunch of advil - my forehead still feels a little tight but no sharp pains. temperature control, meanwhile, […]
gave up on everything, showered and went to tom’s for breakfast. consumed two (2) cups of coffee. got on the train at 110th; by 66th my knee was jackhammering. i noticed my bag on my lap shaking and then five seconds later realized my leg was independently motoring. still twitching now. […]
timestamping seems screwy. below entry was at 4a, not 6a. it’s not even 6a yet. i’m thinking about going to tom’s for breakfast/coffee in a little while. might be a good way to start this bound-to-be-godawful day. bright spot: got the new ivy album. w00t.
[jameswatch2k]: HATE HATE HATE.
i just went down there, rang his doorbell for five minutes, and of course he didn’t answer. fucking radio stereo on all fucking night. there is absolutely no way i’m going to sleep. i need some soft drugs, some soft soft drugs.
np: depeche mode/exciter. lead-off track, dream on […]
[jameswatch2k]: hate hate hate hate HATE HATE HATE.
np: paul simon/you’re the one
“and when they say that you’re not good enough
well, the answer is: you’re not”
