Memo to brain

[mousme]

Dear brain,

The gig is over. I know it's hot, and heat isn't fun, but that's no reason to continue with the panic attacks every. fucking. morning. Really, they aren't as much fun as you think they are. Don't make me threaten you with the Seroquel.

No love,

Me




Resurrecting an old icon, just 'cause I always liked it. I sacrificed it for the greater good that was my "Two Lumps" craze. Right now there just aren't enough "Two Lumps" strips that I can convincingly turn into icons, or that aren't being used as icons by other people, for me to fill up all my empty slots. So, back comes my old Pink Floyd-lyric rip-off.

Comments

[luvenditti.livejournal.com]

love ya cookie, you can come over and we'll sit in the cold jacuzzi out in the back yard anytime.

[morsefan.livejournal.com]

I'm close to the Seroquel threat myself. There is no reason (and I mean no reason) that on a day when I have nothing on the book and actually got a lot of my big issues out of the way over the weekend, that I should be unable to get out of bed this morning. Must move the Xanax to beside my bed, clearly, and put a bottle of water there as well.

How in the world am I supposed to get up early to write if I am frozen solid in bed unable to move?