Gaaaah!

Well, the bath didn't help. I'm warmer. And I smell pretty but neither of these things is calming me down enough to make coherent thoughts a possibility. I may have to haul my ass out of my flannel tigger pjs and go for a brisk walk. After I finish watching the season 2 finale of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It's the one where she has to kill Angel because he was evil and was trying to awaken a crazy demon guy who would suck everybody into hell and then at the last minute he goes back to being good Angel but she has to kill him anyway. It's very sad. That's bound to mellow me out. For sure. You bet. Bah. Add this to the list of reasons why I have to move away from Duncan asap. I need to be somewhere where I can pounce on my friends and make them talk to me. Like a stalker. But funner. Well, in this case not so much with the fun. But still. I can't exist in a vacuum! I just can't! I love the word vacuum. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, it's a great word. 2 u's! Genius. Pure genius. I'm going to go bang my head against the wall for a bit and try to cultivate some schizophrenia. Maybe then I can bounce my ideas off the other me. That might be fun. Or I could just not go to grad school...I have a bright future in waitressing just waiting for me. It could be pannekoeks in the morning and beer and nachos by night. It could work. It's social. I'd meet lots of interesting people. And by interesting I mean drunk. Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. Oh god. Okay. This is ridiculous. I know! Tea! Tea is good. Mmm. Tea.