Black

Despite a good night's sleep, I am cranky and disturbed. I hate it when Sundays turn out this way, it disgusts me. Talk about flip/flop... i can't decide if i am angry or guilty or what. Talking about it just sends me spinning in circles. Thinking about it hurts my head and tightens my throat. What is "it", even?

Am doubly disturbed because my email - my main source of connection to the people i connect with - is FUCKED. FUCKED. And Eastlink insists that it is not. FUCKERS.

Days like this are days when I yearn for a roommate.