ineed2’s blog

It isn't real. Or it isn't more real than the despair I have been drowning in over the past month. And it is fleeting. So enjoy it while it is here. Don't worry about tomorrow. Tomorrow does not yet exist which is why time travel is impossible.

It's been difficult and it's been less difficult. I skipped work yesterday. Took a mental health day so to speak.
Marx was painful but Lenin will be less so (sort of ironic, I know). Trotsky is what I'm really looking forward to.

Things are looking up. Which means I'll be looking down soon but might as well enjoy it while I can.

I have not slept since yesterday's impromptu nap (such is the nature of naps). But I am feeling content. No fear. No depression. I am just OK. I think I may stay awake the rest of the day. Maybe I will take a walk. 

I am so bored that I will explode because boredom can cause that -- Really. I read it somewhere. No I don't remember where. A magazine or something -- I wonder what it is like to be physically capable of having a life.  

What are five words you really like? 
Submitted by purplesque.

"Out for a walk... bitch"

Woke up this morning around 8am with The Terrors. T'aint had thems since Nose Job* and I broke up. It passed with the aid of legal drugs.

* Still thinking of a better pseudonym for him.

Before I go outside to smoke a cigarette I will check what the internet has to say about the weather because I am that kind of cyborg.

So, here I am sweaty and sick. The robots on the TV refuse to shut the fuck up and all I can do is set up secret journal accounts.

I am so powerful!