Up with it came our pain and fear

A strange combination of clarity and exhaustion right now. Maybe I just need to calm the fuck down.

This was the only compensation for waking up at the ass-end of yesterday morning:

Eat your fucking heart out.

I don't know why every post lately has been titled with song lyrics. I think it may be reflective of my lack of good turns of phrase.

Morning's here.

I dreamt I was being chased by a gang of Evanston science geeks intent on beating me up before they'd let me into their clic. One of them was an old man. It was weird. There were several stages to this dream, but I have to leave the house now and can't go into them.

I do feel a little better this morning. Still emotionally labile, and edgy over Laura - but that's because I can drive myself crazy overanalyzing things.