Some kind of mental, anyway. I am not one normally to make multiple entries in one day, but sometimes, it's good to break the routine. The day is creeping at work, so I am hunting through the song archives, looking for lyrics that aren't there that I might provide. My computer and desk are covered with origami cranes and stars. My sleep-deprived mind is swimming in song lyrics and half-finished erotica, which I write part-time. The song "Who Needs Sleep?" by BNL is really suiting me at the moment.

Day 42 of a strange and slightly frightful interaction. Words prove inadequate to describe. Alan Parsons' Don't Answer Me, and Breakdown come right to mind. Shriekbacks' Brink Of Collapse, Holes' Doll Parts, Eric Claptons' Promises, REMs' Life & How To Live It, and INXS' Elegantly Wasted, among others. Hm. It's raining again.

"...And Then I Felt Myself Falling Insane." Songs like Ooh La La from KMFDM, Crazy from REM, Taste Of Cindy from Jesus & Mary Chain, keep running through my head. Trying to eat good, trying to live better. "He can rip out the chassis and gearbox, could replace it with the neck & the chest, He can bring it through the back of the ribcage, he can kick it 'til he kicks in some sense. He's been thinking about dying in public, he's been tensing up his arms & his legs, he can have you home in a heap in a heartbeat, he'll go messing with the civil defense. There's no joy in squandering resources, there's more passion in the pump & the plug, he can lock up the clock & the cashbox, he can push up the pressure above."

My love of music knows no bounds. I can say the same for my love of experimenting with alchoholic drink mixes: A little Gin (extra dry) a little Vermouth, and some sour apple Kool-Aid: not too bad. Definitely takes an edge off an edgy day. At times I feel I have so much to say: perhaps I'll get to saying it to the people who need to hear it. Then again, perhaps not. When given the choice between the Devil and The Deep Blue Sea, it is Mans' fear of drowning which oft prevails.

Often, the weekend comes like a Hurricane, and I spend little time on the internet, which is primarily intended for Porn anyway. My renewed desire to get into shape has knocked my Role-Playing game hobby out of whack as well. I have made myself quite sore, but I am on the road back, although it is in fact slower and more painful than the movies would have you believe. I had the opportunity to spend the weekend teaching martial arts techniques to a friend, and I relished the experience to again be doing that. In any event, I am on a roll of some kind.

Picked up 1984: For The Love Of Big Brother yesterday evening. Great stuff. I so love the Eurythmics. Wish I could find a CD copy of Band Of The Hand and Sounds From True Stories.

Still feeling strangely: recent life events haven't helped much. Listening to a lot of Echo & The Bunnymen, Gary Numan, Sisters of Mercy, Love & Rockets, and David Bowie.

I've always liked August: It signals the beginning of the end of Summer, my least favorite season. Oh, for the winter to come: for January to roar into frigid, blustery sovereignty of the world.

Day 32 of a strange, captivating, bizzareness in my life. Noticed that this site lacks any lyrics by That Petrol Emotion: going to do something about that before the day is done. Another day without sleep.

Up All Night: Boomtown Rats. I love that song. It so describes my life at times. Like right now...