cimorene

i'm--seething. not like, angrily. seething with--something else. i feel SO much like writing and none of it is coming out. i feel, hm, feverish with writing, but not actually feverish. my head, though. uhm. i don't know quite what's going on with it--some thinking that's too fast for my conscious mind to keep up with, perhaps.

i hurt, variously. uhm, not physically. and the shrink is... SO not helpful. so far from helpful that it's almost comical, but maybe if i actually told her what was going on. realistically, i'm aware that there's nothing wrong with me, especially of the variety anyone else could help me with. i need to have my ass kicked by reality and my thoughts will fall back into line, hopefully.

i've had a headache all afternoon, and i haven't yet hit p. 15. i took a quiz in greek today, the one i started studying for last night, and i think i'm going to get an a again. on the minus side i have another one next friday and i can't keep skipping japanese to study. and, oh shit, pre-registration starts monday.

in other news, i'm barely even making sense to myself today, let alone to you. oh, and where's kk? gr.