In the last couple hours I've pretty much played twister with the emotional spectrum. I've been depressed, confused, hysterical, happy (very briefly - I think I was looking at a picture of a puppy...), apathetic, angry. It's been quite a fucked up weekend...I don't feel like I got a break at all, and the next week is already beginning.

Probably won't sleep much tonight, if at all, because I still have piles of stuff to get through for work and school. I should have been focusing on that since I got back to town this afternoon, but I've been too occupied vomiting poetry. I decided to go with it since this hasn't happened to me in several months.

Messages for those few that I know actually read this:

- Words. They are a beautiful thing. I'm dying for you to use them with me instead of tossing me monosyllables.
- For the time being, keep me out of both the driver's seat and the passenger seat...safer for everyone involved.
- Yes, I need to talk. Circle time? Tear jar?
- Two huge (unopened) bottles of chocolate milk in my refrigerator later, I'm on to you guys. Thank you. And I mean that.
- I thought we called a truce, no? Because I have too many issues demanding my attention to deal with you right now.