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16 November 2001 @ 06:11 pm
I'm trying to think...  
Not succeeding, but I guess that's not a really big surprise. Actually I'm thinking "Gee, what can I talk about that'll get some sort of response?" *uses her bat-like radar system of firing random comments at people until they respond and comfirm their positions* Err.... Yo?

Actually, I went to the shrink today. Fuck. Not good. Basically, she either doesn't understand the far reaches of my nervous energy or she doesn't want to. She made me sit in my chair, silent and not moving all, for exactly one minute. I had to concentrate on my breathing, for chrissakes.

Do you know how long a fucking minute is? God, I thought I was going to die or cry or hyperventilate or something. I can't sit still. I can't do nothing. I can't, I can't, I can't. I rolled my eyes back in my head, clenched my teeth, anything I could do...

And I didn't even do it consciously. I just... did it. Then later I thought... oh... I did that.

Got to go to play now...
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
Current Music: 'Culver Palms'- Colorfinger
The protector of italian virginityetiolate on November 16th, 2001 05:42 pm (UTC)
The art of gettin a response is mysterious to me too. Random posts get more comments, and I do not know why.

Oh and i watched xmen evo the other day. It was interesting. sort of mid 80s xmen with all their ages being teens.