that was all ridiculous nonsense before. disregard it. overreacting on a simple bad day was all. nothing to worry about. just one of those days. don't look back in anger! stand up beside the fireplace, take that look from off your face! step outside 'cause summertime's in bloom! don't look back in anger, at least not today..! (my sadness, which wiggles out on far too many occasions, has nothing to with my religious stance, but internal and external factors which i have no control over.) ("i look at that as not much an argument. of course the drunk man is carefree and joyous, whereas the sober man is not.") life is the most beautiful thing in the world. but my highs are high and my lows are low. what could be more splendid then believing in yourself and marching, be it triumphantly or in defeat, down your own path? and on a completely unrelated note, Eyeless in Gaza arrived today. sweet! should be a good one. i wish i was a slut.