Mood: Frustrated
Currently listening to: I've Got You Under My Skin - Frank Sinatra and Bono
Friday night.
Haven't left the house all day. Come to think of it, i haven't eaten at all. Or worked much for that matter.
Its just been me and the computer, both watching a beautiful disaster slowly unfold.
In one of those moods where you want to get away from it all, to find the comfort in an excuse, any excuse, but at the same time you'd rather just ignore everyone and everything around you. So you don't do anything. Like a penance. Except with no absolution to be found.
Where are those pills?