semi-coma
listening to:
ABC Morning News
mood:
broken
2005-07-10 - 7:57 a.m.
i just woke up from a 17 hour nap. a semi-coma of sorts. i think i am sick. i think my head is sick. i feel weird and trapped and disenchanted and let down and frustrated and disappointed and neglectful and respectful and lost. lost. lost highway ended, finally, yesterday afternoon and i didn't get it. could have been the three week lapse since i saw the first two thirds, but still. i didn't get it. and will i attempt to watch it again? nah. i don't think so. i don't need to try so hard. i feel bruised and battered and sore. caluses on my hands, and aches in my muscles. i woke up at 9pm after 6 hours of sleep to get some water. i grabbed the crutches to go get some, and on my return, tripped and stubbed my pinky toe on the good foot, and in reaction stepped down on the bad foot and literally, i think i felt my bone splinter. i am sure it is fine, only the next x-ray will tell.
analysis versus complaint. observations versus bitching. a fine line indeed, and i wonder if it is in the delivery and execution and depth of word choice which makes the difference.
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