As a result, I have two options in front of me: go back to therapy or try out yoga. And I don't have any yoga pants.

I also miss putting my mood down as "quixotic", even though I don't have the slightest idea of what it means and probably never will.

I've been reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower for an upcoming book club meeting, which is probably to blame for this current burst of journal-based nostalgia.

Tonight I feel good. Tomorrow I'll feel like my brain has atrophied again. How to combat this never-ending cycle, I don't know.

I like Breaking Bad.

I'm finding myself growing up, bit by bit, and enjoying the process.

With a fully-sighted person I've never met, not the other kind.. though I wouldn't be averse to that either, of course.

Can't sleep. Feel like chatting to somebody but there's no-one around. I need some more insomniac housemates, or just someone who'll share a slice of toast with me at 3 in the morning. That would be great.

Fuck, the Dresden Dolls are good.

So much work to do. I just want to run and play. I was tempted to use the term "cavort" just then, but I've never really been at ease with that word. It has a dirty and vaguely illegal sound about it, even though, essentially, there is nothing unsavoury about it whatsoever ( Read more... )

10. The Night
9. Big Girls Don't Cry
8. Bye, Bye, Baby (Baby Goodbye)
7. Can't Take My Eyes Off You
6. Sherry
5. Working My Way Back to You
4. Walk Like a Man
3. Opus 17 (Don't You Worry About Me)
2. Beggin'
1. C'mon Marianne

Money worries. Always money worries.

Also, I'm trying to be more communicative with people about what's going on in my head. Hopefully this won't have lethal consequences.

I've said it before, but I'll say it one more time for gags: I need to write more often.