Blue Monday

I haven't been sleeping well. Too depressed. I stare at the ceiling, then at the glowing lights on the clock. When I finally get to sleep, I have anxiety dreams, with my own pantheon of archetypes. The unattainable lover, the high school clique that does not include me, being lost, trying to run and not being able to.

On the plus side, if there is one, I have no appetite. I've always made jokes about the High Stress diet, and how it is my only successful one. I ought to be in negative sizes by the end of the year.

I'm off to build a new web site from an old one. Chicken salad from chicken shit, speciality of this house.
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(2) Comments
#1. Posted by Miss Bliss on August 24, 2004

Hang in there girlfriend.  It’ll all shake out one way or another….and if all else fails go have a drink and turn up the music.

#2. Posted by Reecie on August 24, 2004

Same thing going on here, except my job isn’t really stressful so much as boring me to death. I can’t really remember the bad dreams when I wake up—I don’t know if that’s good or bad.

I think I may start taking meds or something.

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