muse me


Another day slipped through. I cannot shake off this hounding ennui and I've accomplished nothing. Getting drunk would have been something, but I found myself repeatedly returning until I've downloaded half of the tracks to Linkin Park's ReAnimation. My mp3-laden computer now sounds like a jet propeller. Jemima was working today but I drove to Chapel-Hill anyway, ate her food and then drove back. Pathetic. I need to stop escaping. I need to face reality--the nothingness of it. The phone rang while I watched static on the tube. Soaking in nothing. I have no desire to speak or be around or be seen by anyone.

I would rather have the blues, or the reds, or any other color; anything but this apathy. Currently listening to the 'Crawling' remix featuring Aaron Lewis and rather liking it. If anything can rosen this grayest shade of gray, it will be music. Everone to their own panacea. So I leave you with this wish of wonderful music and the most precious gift of all - the gift to feel.

10.27.02 - 11:49 a.m.


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