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not skittles, nor beer neither - Diary of a Necromancer
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not skittles, nor beer neither
Oh, man, nothing like waking up at 5:30 on a Sunday morning in one of those doom-and-gloom nothing-has-any-meaning-and-we're-all-gonna-DIE moods, eh? I may have mentioned before how sensitive I am to crap weather, but this is just ridiculous, May should be for planting and optimism, not morbid thoughts about how your life seems to have been predestined never to get anywhere and you'd probably still have the social life of a brick even if you were conventionally employed... {sigh} (Can you have a midlife crisis if you've never had a life to begin with? Or is that maybe kind of the point?) I'm beginning to doubt my ability to ever "get it together" in any sense that the broader Society would find meaningful, and one does have the sense that it's only a short slide from there to hoarding cats...

(Not that one should necessarily give a rat's ass about what Society thinks of you, granted, but there is that niggling voice that insists that you do have to interact with it at least on a minimal level to get the money to provide for those cats you're going to hoard...)

feeling: gloomy gloomy

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whitecrow0 From: whitecrow0 Date: May 11th, 2008 04:17 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Been there. It sucks. Feel better soon!
robling_t From: robling_t Date: May 12th, 2008 05:26 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
I seem to have been born with a distinct predisposition to existential angst, which is NOT helped by having to have the furnace on in the middle of May... {sigh}
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