gnawing, tingling, wasting...

i have that really unpleasant anxious feeling in my stomach. it's been there since sunday. and i thought after last night's interactions it would abate... but it isn't abating.

i hate it. i can't concentrate, i can't make it stop, and i can't write the freaking paper that's due tomorrow night.

but semaphoria told me to "so... just be happy go lucky, paint your toenails red, and be happy to be a smart, gorgeous, courageous young thang."

maybe that will help.


Erik Tuesday, May 03, 2005 5:33:00 pm  

heatherfeather-tell me of your troubles. you know that i will say just the right thing. give me a chance to heal you, you will not be disappointed.

[to all others: this is not a pick-up line, i'm trying to help her. back up off me while i work my magic]

heatherfeather Wednesday, May 04, 2005 12:35:00 am  

i find myself... strangely drawn to the tenderness of your words...

can't... stop thinking... about... erik... not totally inept...

what is it that makes me want to put my head on your shoulder and make me pour out my heart to you??

since i know you're dying to sit and listen. and that's all. just listen. and all without any benefit to you. :)

Erik Wednesday, May 04, 2005 4:09:00 am  

>and all without any benefit to you. :)

see, now...i think we be having a miscommunication of sorts here... ;)

Erik Wednesday, May 04, 2005 4:11:00 am  

p.s. i was not trying to break out the ebonics. that last sentence should have a 'may' in it. but if ebonics are more attractive to you, then i meant that.

heatherfeather Wednesday, May 04, 2005 10:53:00 am  

[shrug] depends what you're going for, or how seriously you want me to take you. :)

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