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18 October 2004 @ 08:42 pm
bury my heart at wounded knee, which is where i now live.  
when your body stops doing what it is supposed to do, suddenly everything takes eons and is a whole affair, and you just want to cry with frustration/rage/helplessness all the time. or, you do if you're me. plus, i'm not that great at handling large amounts of pain. it totally blows, and so i am utterly dispirited and hurting and hating a lot of things right now. most things, really.

i owe emails. i owe comments. i owe many, many things. mainly, though, all i seem to be able to do is whine/rage/weep. and i've got a month of this to look forward to. and so do you, as readers of my painjournal. er, livejournal.

so, in lieu of any actual content, i will instead make demands: porn and cake. that's what i want, petulant/exhausted four year old that i am.
Current Mood: horrid.
Current Music: storm - godspeed you black emperor
pure FORESHADOWING: Niflet!nifra_idril on October 18th, 2004 11:50 pm (UTC)
Aww! *snugs you* I -- surprise me? I make no decisions right now beyond what strategy I am going to employ to get to the bathroom. Also, ps? You're so sweet to me. *snugs you again for good measure*
Qqe2 on October 19th, 2004 06:29 am (UTC)
that icon is appallingly cute. ::chokes::
You got it, honey. Lemme wade through the swamp du jour (aka "twenty or so First Amendment cases concerning the suppression of creativity in schoolchildren, who, after all, aren't really citizens the way the Constitution means the term) and I'll get to it directly I can shake the mud off my boots.

::snugs you back and recommends having someone carry you bathroomwards::