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I wish I was at home studying for my exam instead of fucking around at work. Last night I took a unisom and had a lovely, lovely sleep. I woke up early and quite well-rested. I made myself a cup of ginger tea and worked out like a good girl. It felt so good to take my time this morning. I wish I could fall asleep early every night.

I'm still in a funk. I have decided that instead of repressing it through alcohol and prescription drug usage, I'm going to use it to my advantage. I've been neglecting one of my favorite short stories lately, and thanks to this funk I'm having all kinds of ideas for it. I think part of the reason I'm feeling so odd is that I've been going through a lot of changes in the past few months and I probably haven't let myself adjust to them. On the one hand, it's a good thing; my best friend just told me she's proud of me for getting out and socializing after my break-up and in spite of my depression.

The thing is, I'm not used to getting out so much, or even being treated so well. Not that I'm being hounded or anything, but I was pretty much a recluse before I joined SG. I have social anxiety and although my depression isn't as severe or as persistent as it used to be, I'm still way too sensitive for my own good. Oh God, now I sound like Jewel! Well, I hope you know what I mean, and that you don't think I sound like Jewel.

I'm a worrywart.

All this Outkast I've been listening to has given me a major lap-dance jones.

Listening to: Le Tigre-Feminist Sweepstakes, U.N.K.L.E.-Psyence, Smashing Pumpkins-Pisces Iscariot
Reading: Songs of Innocence and Experience-William Blake
Watching: City of Lost Children
Lusting after: F. Scott, baby; his insecurity was so much more endearing than Papa's swagger



This is what my next tattoo (cross your fingers for me) will most likely be drawn from/inspired by (in red-I wouldn't expect the white ink to do so well):