- Mental Junkyard… mind the dogs

late night ramblings.	Mar 2nd, 2008 12:21:40 pm - Subscribe
Several times I've thought I had something important, relevant, cross contextually mesmerising to say. Only, then I make the mistake of becoming so distracted I forget what it is that the world so desperately needs to hear and so conclude that it wasn't very important to begin with. But now I'm so overwhelmingly full of words that some must dribble over the lip of my brain through my fingers via running nerve impulses and land inevitably here in this great opus of mine. An opus, admittedly, of long sentences. But to hell with efficient word use tonight. The pressure in my head is already starting to dim and fade. I'm becoming aware of a coldness on my face where my breath hits my top lip after exiting my nose. Suddenly there's more around me than the imperative to spill. Is it the slow steady rush of my breath? Is it an inescapable fatigue in my body that is bringing the mental rush to its night time hiatus? It is certainly going to be a combination of these things. But I can't sleep yet. There is more to be done! There is more tidying, and more preparing, more reading. I have not been nearly as efficient and productive over the last few days as I would like, and I'm not going to let this ethic slide. And this resolve is despite the little niggles that creep into my brain telling me that the task at hand is too big. Quit now, save yourself some disappointment. Save yourself wasted effort. Isn't that after all the most efficient choice you can make. I can't wait for therapy to start I need therapy to start Is there time for therapy in my schedule? What if they have forgotten me? What if they haven't forgotten me... Am I really better enough to go it alone? This isn't the time for these kind of questions of self. Its just a late night tired rambling to get the monkeys off my back... I adore Tom Waits. I need a cigarette more than i need both legs... "I like my town with a little drop of poison" me too tom, me too.
mood: disappointed with myself, but stubborn.	(1) comments

	marlene	March 04th, 2008
	i loved therapy