Omnipresent angst? Nah.

Tired and lazy; I don't even want to feed myself.

It's so warm in this room, I'm a little feverish. I swear, as soon as my body temperature rises, I lose coherency, so I just want to babble about bad dreams and the Zen of Self.

I have nightmares that feature thinly stretched figures with distorted features; no one recognizable, but the sentiment of--dare I say?--betrayal is there before it's wiped away by rage.

But I have uplifting dreams of the end of the world, everything smashed in contorted knots of steel and brick and asphalt. I want to think that that's what it's like to really ascend, you know what I mean? Maybe? I hope that they're be a string quartet playing when the world ends. Heh. Too much GYBE!? It's never too much.

I watched 'Requiem for a Dream' today, and I have a feeling that had it been nasty weather today, I would have killed myself, but let's not brood on that timing, shall we?

I'm going to take a shower. Yes.