You're Calling The Shots, Lieutenant.
Jul. 29th, 2006 01:05 amAll hyped up earlier at work and wanting to go somewhere. Do something.
Then I hit a low and I start feeling sick. I would say it's from lack of sleep, but I've been sleeping more than usual. I'm going to go with 'it's a lack of having my own room to sleep in'. I'm still alternating between the couch and my dad's room when he's on trips.
Meh. The more I think about it maybe I'm just falling into a semi-depression, not really sure though. Earlier I thought it was a lack of social-interaction, it could be. That would account for a semi-depression I suppose.
Maybe I'll find something to do tomorrow night, provided that I'm not still feeling under the weather.
I think it's time to do some personal writing. Maybe. Who knows.
Blah. My thoughts are too disconnected for me to make this a good entry. I fucking quit.
Then I hit a low and I start feeling sick. I would say it's from lack of sleep, but I've been sleeping more than usual. I'm going to go with 'it's a lack of having my own room to sleep in'. I'm still alternating between the couch and my dad's room when he's on trips.
Meh. The more I think about it maybe I'm just falling into a semi-depression, not really sure though. Earlier I thought it was a lack of social-interaction, it could be. That would account for a semi-depression I suppose.
Maybe I'll find something to do tomorrow night, provided that I'm not still feeling under the weather.
I think it's time to do some personal writing. Maybe. Who knows.
Blah. My thoughts are too disconnected for me to make this a good entry. I fucking quit.