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road to hell
I was trying to get a good night's sleep but somehow ended up with some delicious 2.30am white chocolate toffee. This beats my performance two nights ago, when all I did was pick up a fluff WIP and find excruciating ways to emotionally sabotage it.
Ting introduced me to https://750words.com/ and that is what I will be trying next. It gets rid of intrusive clawing words.
It's a very long while since I had insomnia this badly - I think the lack of a normalising force to keep it in check is probably not helping, but I keep hitting normal for a day or even two and then falling off again. Maybe it is purely structural; I'm happy lately, stressed out but living well, but the tickticktick of life is not tocking.
I'm having a lot of trouble focusing too, and am mentally zipping from place to place much more often than diving deep into things and enjoying them. There is, however, one major exception to this and it's my helpless obsession with The Fragile. M has been dutifully mocking me.
I haven't been even kind of this in love with an album since I first heard Plastic Beach, and it's weird because I think I listened to it at least once maybe 7 years ago? And didn't pay much attention until late April this year? that was a crime on my part, jsyk. It's completely wonderful and valuable; pure emotional indulgence, veering cheerfully from twee piano melodies to sparse industrial to nasty heavy shit, but I guess what I am appreciating most is how stupidly, incongruously loving it all is. You can't listen to this and not feel like Trent Reznor loves you. He is going to yell at you until you feel better. He's like Tori Amos with a dick. I am trying to figure out if I have the restraint not to abruptly force this album on all of my friends; I may have to start with my brother and take it from there.
Ting introduced me to https://750words.com/ and that is what I will be trying next. It gets rid of intrusive clawing words.
It's a very long while since I had insomnia this badly - I think the lack of a normalising force to keep it in check is probably not helping, but I keep hitting normal for a day or even two and then falling off again. Maybe it is purely structural; I'm happy lately, stressed out but living well, but the tickticktick of life is not tocking.
I'm having a lot of trouble focusing too, and am mentally zipping from place to place much more often than diving deep into things and enjoying them. There is, however, one major exception to this and it's my helpless obsession with The Fragile. M has been dutifully mocking me.
I haven't been even kind of this in love with an album since I first heard Plastic Beach, and it's weird because I think I listened to it at least once maybe 7 years ago? And didn't pay much attention until late April this year? that was a crime on my part, jsyk. It's completely wonderful and valuable; pure emotional indulgence, veering cheerfully from twee piano melodies to sparse industrial to nasty heavy shit, but I guess what I am appreciating most is how stupidly, incongruously loving it all is. You can't listen to this and not feel like Trent Reznor loves you. He is going to yell at you until you feel better. He's like Tori Amos with a dick. I am trying to figure out if I have the restraint not to abruptly force this album on all of my friends; I may have to start with my brother and take it from there.