It's cold. And snowing. And I really hoped that the office would close early today because of it... but it didn't happen this time. Instead, I had more work thrown at me. Next week is going to be a mad scramble to keep up with all the stuff flooding my desk.:/
In other exciting news, I don't think I managed to go to bed before midnight even once in the past week - despite seriously planning on it every single day. Don't ask me how this happens. Ironically, the more tired I am, the more difficult it becomes to "mobilize" myself for early bedtime, because my entire body/mind slows down somehow and I lose track of time. Like, for example, I don't realize I just spent an hour (instead of 10-15 minutes) filing my nails, or something to that effect. I've no idea if that makes any sense to "normal" people. But then again, I'm not sure there are any "normal" people on my flist, so maybe I shouldn't worry.;P Seriously, I am inclined to think that anybody remotely sane would have given up on me long ago...
In that vein, and because I am way too exhausted to talk about anything remotely clever or interesting tonight (not that it ever stops me from posting... LOL) - let me share some song lyrics that reflect my current state of mind pretty well:
Lost my mind on a bungyjump on LSD
And in downtown Chicago demons haunted me
Almost drank myself to death in Malaysia
And in a Paris cafe one demon dressed like a geisha
And in Rochester my best friend started to fall
But a demon doctor gave him pills for it all
We were praying to God to forget and forgive
But a candyman spread stardust over Tel-Aviv
Sixshooter , sixshooter
Don't spend it all on me
And the scythemen demons were wearing black capes
Appearing everytime I tried to escape
They were eating raw meat from silver plates
And stomping their feet to the roaring V8
A demon sixshooter in a six-geared car
On the 38th floor in a rotating bar
With all hell's fire and a Vodka Martini
And a roulette hooker in a stolen Lamborghini
Don't spend it all on me
And the demon's fire burned a crooked spoon
In a plastic, fantastic oxygen cocoon
On a pharao trip as Egypt kings
Rotten, embalmed before the fat lady sings
And a red sun rose over a pay clinic
And I would eat more often than three times a week
The healing and soothing myrrh I'll apply
Fight the demons to hell until I fucking die
And the demon smiled as the circle spinned
And in my whisky sour the devil grinned
I was rolling another hundred dollar bill
And cleaning my nose for the ultimate thrill
Sixshooter , sixshooter
Don't spend it all on me
(written by Johan Edlund)
Yeah, that's how my brain feels right now. Like it's on some really exotic chemical trip.:P And those lyrics are a source of endless juvenile amusement to me. I don't even care that Edlund doesn't seem to know the correct past tense of the verb "to spin".:D
And with that, I consider my urge to post fulfilled. Who knows, maybe I'll actually manage this seemingly unattainable early bedtime tonight... (Yeah, I know it's Friday, but whatever. I feel like I could easily sleep 10 hours - and perhaps that's exactly what I need... *massive yawn*)
In other exciting news, I don't think I managed to go to bed before midnight even once in the past week - despite seriously planning on it every single day. Don't ask me how this happens. Ironically, the more tired I am, the more difficult it becomes to "mobilize" myself for early bedtime, because my entire body/mind slows down somehow and I lose track of time. Like, for example, I don't realize I just spent an hour (instead of 10-15 minutes) filing my nails, or something to that effect. I've no idea if that makes any sense to "normal" people. But then again, I'm not sure there are any "normal" people on my flist, so maybe I shouldn't worry.;P Seriously, I am inclined to think that anybody remotely sane would have given up on me long ago...
In that vein, and because I am way too exhausted to talk about anything remotely clever or interesting tonight (not that it ever stops me from posting... LOL) - let me share some song lyrics that reflect my current state of mind pretty well:
Lost my mind on a bungyjump on LSD
And in downtown Chicago demons haunted me
Almost drank myself to death in Malaysia
And in a Paris cafe one demon dressed like a geisha
And in Rochester my best friend started to fall
But a demon doctor gave him pills for it all
We were praying to God to forget and forgive
But a candyman spread stardust over Tel-Aviv
Sixshooter , sixshooter
Don't spend it all on me
And the scythemen demons were wearing black capes
Appearing everytime I tried to escape
They were eating raw meat from silver plates
And stomping their feet to the roaring V8
A demon sixshooter in a six-geared car
On the 38th floor in a rotating bar
With all hell's fire and a Vodka Martini
And a roulette hooker in a stolen Lamborghini
Don't spend it all on me
And the demon's fire burned a crooked spoon
In a plastic, fantastic oxygen cocoon
On a pharao trip as Egypt kings
Rotten, embalmed before the fat lady sings
And a red sun rose over a pay clinic
And I would eat more often than three times a week
The healing and soothing myrrh I'll apply
Fight the demons to hell until I fucking die
And the demon smiled as the circle spinned
And in my whisky sour the devil grinned
I was rolling another hundred dollar bill
And cleaning my nose for the ultimate thrill
Sixshooter , sixshooter
Don't spend it all on me
(written by Johan Edlund)
Yeah, that's how my brain feels right now. Like it's on some really exotic chemical trip.:P And those lyrics are a source of endless juvenile amusement to me. I don't even care that Edlund doesn't seem to know the correct past tense of the verb "to spin".:D
And with that, I consider my urge to post fulfilled. Who knows, maybe I'll actually manage this seemingly unattainable early bedtime tonight... (Yeah, I know it's Friday, but whatever. I feel like I could easily sleep 10 hours - and perhaps that's exactly what I need... *massive yawn*)
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