Category: music: ryan star

Four in the morning and I’m staring at the stars…

Sara

The only light connecting me to where you are… I don’t know how many different posts I’ve started and deleted lately. I feel the overwhelming need to write something, but…I got nothin’. Nothing coherent, at least. No, no. Less coherent than usual. It’s four-something in the morning and…guess who’s not sleeping? I had a few nights in a row in bed at least. And it’s now Friday so…weekend. Emerson Mouse and I (Do you think… Keep reading…Four in the morning and I’m staring at the stars…

Keep sailing on…

Sara

Insomnia. Sleep is for the weak. I got a call today (yesterday…whatever) confirming my psychiatrist appointment. Eleven days in advance. Close enough. At least I know they still have an appointment scheduled for me. Since I scheduled the appointment, I’ve had a strong feeling in my gut that something is going to go wrong by the time the appointment rolls around and I’ll be back to square one. It’s not just pessimistic tendencies at work… Keep reading…Keep sailing on…

Acting crazy like that…

Sara

My brain is in a weird place, as it has been for quite some time now. I’ve been trying to write posts and all I get is incoherent drivel or bitchy tirades and I have no desire to post either one. Once upon a time I posted all of that shit (see: pretty much the entirety of my Live Journal) but I don’t depend so heavily on blogging to outlet the horrors running rampant in… Keep reading…Acting crazy like that…

Wait for me…

Sara

1.) Saturday night Bob and I were down in the basement while he changed the furnace filter and I found a dead mouse on the floor. WHAT. THE FUCK? Where did it come from and why was it dead? Also, now I want to set traps all over the damn house because I’m convinced there was a rodent in my kitchen rattling silverware on dishes on the counter on Sunday afternoon while Bob and I… Keep reading…Wait for me…

Don’t hardly understand…

Sara

a.) My brain is mush. b.) Few things make me question my already dwindling sanity more than the phantom cigarette smoke stench. How can it be THAT STRONG and I am the ONLY ONE who smells it? c.) Writing is not coming easy these days. d.) Got a statement from the insurance company. Always a fun day. One page had some very confusing math happening that I THINK means I won’t have to pay for… Keep reading…Don’t hardly understand…