Sunday, May 07, 2006
I hate CTs. They change me, temporarily at least. And I hate that. I become mood swingy. I become irritable. I become high. I attempt not to be perpetually pissed off, but that somehow shows through at the wrong times. I'm so weird, and I hate that. They suck something out of me. Only the holidays, would do me some good. Heck, I've not touched the tabla, gone to the gym, watched a movie, or done some poetry in the past weeks. Those are my avenues of stress-relief and when they are taken from me, weird stuff happen. If I was god, I would banish CTs to the depths of Hell. And now, I've just bought a ticket, for a train ride towards salvation. That too won't last. The workload is going to be a killer.
Okay. I just ranted. And I'm sooo not a person who rants. Heck, being pissed off - is not within me. I forget them as soon as they happen. I should just wind down.Before that,
AAARGH.
my mi nd is un.ravel.ling/ 9:18 AM
