To Wish Impossible Things
7 December 2012 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sie_muerteI caught the common cold and have been sick for the past two days. I haven't been able to go to work which has led me to this place. I'm not fond of the way my head feels, I can't think straight, I've had too much caffeine, and I should sleep.
I'm too reclusive, spending last weekend organising all of the music I have collected onto two laptops and transferring it all into neat, tidy digital folders. Today I tried to organise my last.fm page by weeding out all the artists that I no longer care for or have no interest in listening to again. All the while, streaming Spotify which is more of a distraction from listening to all of the albums and discographies I own because I go off on tangents to find remixes to queue.
If I could also have the same motivation to organise my clothes, I'd be really doing swell in life. Unfortunately the sickness has overtaken most of my manic drive and has rendered me useless (only for a short while I hope!). I have been enjoying my manic states lately since I have lost the desire to drown myself in alcohol. This new found freedom has led me to do some rather useful and/or life improving things. The only downfall to this is that I have become less social. I find no displeasure in spending time to myself. (These little enlightenments are products from finding secure happiness.) This can only be credited to the one who holds my heart across the sea.
The knowledge that I'm never truly alone is comforting.
The medicine I drank earlier is finally starting to take effect now. I'm turning off the lights, closing my eyes and hoping that I get some rest tonight!
I'm too reclusive, spending last weekend organising all of the music I have collected onto two laptops and transferring it all into neat, tidy digital folders. Today I tried to organise my last.fm page by weeding out all the artists that I no longer care for or have no interest in listening to again. All the while, streaming Spotify which is more of a distraction from listening to all of the albums and discographies I own because I go off on tangents to find remixes to queue.
If I could also have the same motivation to organise my clothes, I'd be really doing swell in life. Unfortunately the sickness has overtaken most of my manic drive and has rendered me useless (only for a short while I hope!). I have been enjoying my manic states lately since I have lost the desire to drown myself in alcohol. This new found freedom has led me to do some rather useful and/or life improving things. The only downfall to this is that I have become less social. I find no displeasure in spending time to myself. (These little enlightenments are products from finding secure happiness.) This can only be credited to the one who holds my heart across the sea.
The knowledge that I'm never truly alone is comforting.
The medicine I drank earlier is finally starting to take effect now. I'm turning off the lights, closing my eyes and hoping that I get some rest tonight!
