Friday, 30 May 2008

Partial Arts

In the depths of the afternoon is often, at the moment, where I hit the wall of sheer despair. It comes from no where. Quite happily bobbing along. Then there it is. As if it had been there all along. The great towering, looming feeling. There really is no further I can go. Not a chance I can push myself past this. I've reached the sum point.

At which point regrouping is needed. Popping of medication. Chocolate digestive. An attempt to regather rationality. Oh, yea, and this track.

Partial Arts - Trauermusik (Alter Ego mix) [via YouSendIt for 7 days]


mjrc said...

i wish i knew why that happens, coz it happens to me, too. i can be happily--well, happily is a relative term, but you know what i mean--going about my business and the next thing i know i am seized by this overwhelming feeling of sadness. i know what the sadness is about but i still don't understand why it hits without warning like that. *sigh*

Mulrine said...

I reckon it should give you at least a 15 minute warning. That way you can be prepared. I'd have my biscuits ready to go and be up for a fight.

"Bring it on, Rubbishy Feeling! I'm ready for ya!"

Or something. I should sleep at some point. Probably help with the mental-ness.

Anonymous said...

Emo ;)

You know who this is from.