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Still not wet
Drift-napped in the lounge after lunch until something approximating time to go, with Instant Heartbreak to keep me company. About 12:40, I was debating just how worth it it would be to haul my ass down the hill to Psych, and dug the syllabus out of my bag to see what'd be going on. One look at the words "Fourier analyses" convinced me that I was exactly where I wanted to be; that is to say, on a couch, under my blanket, listening to music.
There's always a breaking point. I was feeling adrift, needing something to ground me, and I figured out what it was when this song cycled up.
Well she's lying in our bed sweating staring at the ceiling
I know her worried head is aching, I know the cause is me
I could leave the bathroom light on for better dreams tonight
My stability, my luxury, my life
And I won't go, neither will you turn off the phone, let's sleep 'til two
Your sad eyes take and own me
Words are unnecessary
Grip the back of your neck and slowly
Move 'til it all becomes alright
I wake up in a cold sweat got a bone to pick with reality
Take a deep breath and lay back down wearing my badge of infamy
Change the bulb in the nightlight cause it flickered flickered and died
Repeat the words you're not alone to self three times and hit the light
My aim is true, turn off the phone, let's sleep 'till two
Your sad eyes take and own me
Words are unnecessary
Grip the back of your neck and slowly
Move 'til it all becomes alright
Let the fighting words lie
Let the candlelight die
Let the sun come up
Let the saline dry
I felt better, and vaguely more awake, by about 1:30, so I spent the rest of the time until 81 going through more Hordes of the Underdark. After 81, Steve had his car available for the trip down to psych lab session, then the rain had stopped in time for the walk back, so I was spared too much drenching. Mmm, NWN.... In fact, I think that's what I'll be up to until Robin gets back from choir for dinner.
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There's always a breaking point. I was feeling adrift, needing something to ground me, and I figured out what it was when this song cycled up.
Well she's lying in our bed sweating staring at the ceiling
I know her worried head is aching, I know the cause is me
I could leave the bathroom light on for better dreams tonight
My stability, my luxury, my life
And I won't go, neither will you turn off the phone, let's sleep 'til two
Your sad eyes take and own me
Words are unnecessary
Grip the back of your neck and slowly
Move 'til it all becomes alright
I wake up in a cold sweat got a bone to pick with reality
Take a deep breath and lay back down wearing my badge of infamy
Change the bulb in the nightlight cause it flickered flickered and died
Repeat the words you're not alone to self three times and hit the light
My aim is true, turn off the phone, let's sleep 'till two
Your sad eyes take and own me
Words are unnecessary
Grip the back of your neck and slowly
Move 'til it all becomes alright
Let the fighting words lie
Let the candlelight die
Let the sun come up
Let the saline dry
I felt better, and vaguely more awake, by about 1:30, so I spent the rest of the time until 81 going through more Hordes of the Underdark. After 81, Steve had his car available for the trip down to psych lab session, then the rain had stopped in time for the walk back, so I was spared too much drenching. Mmm, NWN.... In fact, I think that's what I'll be up to until Robin gets back from choir for dinner.
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