Saturday, 24 January 2009

pop the cheap champagne, we're going down in flames.

In the library at uni right now... my group exercise is sitting next to me and I'm just touching it in the hope that the knowledge on how to answer it will absorb into my skin.

And I forgot I have work to do for my tutorial tomorrow. Crap.

I'm still ill though, feeling sorry for myself and the rest of it.

I've got a group meeting in half an hour and I'm going to spend that time writing - I'm not doing it enough these days. It's like this odd kind of inertia - I can think, god can I think of the stories I'd write, but sit me down with a pen or a computer and I can't figure it out. Don't have the energy to figure it out.

basking here in stockholm sunshine
they call it a syndrome but i'm not convinced.

the time you wait all week for
it's your turn now on friday night
you lean in close, time for the kill
it's been a bitch of a week and it's time to fight.

hollow lies and heartbreak skies;
is this what you're jealous of?