You're my lover, not my rival...

Consider the following phrase: "karma karma karma karma karma chameleon..." Now, the normal reaction most people would have is to think, "oh - Culture Club, 'Karma Chameleon.'" I, on the other hand start playing the entirety of the song in my head, recalling (if my faculties don't fail me) that it originally came out in 1983 on the LP Colour By Numbers. Furthermore, I try to determine what label the band was signed to at the time (I think it was Sire) and exactly how much heroin Boy George was shooting up when it was recorded.

All this is because "karma karma karma karma karma chameleon..." is what a friend of mine had posted as an away message. I have a headache.

Throb

The headache started at the centre of my forehead. It moved to my temples. Now it's migrating back to the centre again and leaving my forehead burning in it's wake.

I think it's time to go to bed. Ouch. *whimper*

Paralysis

I can just stare at the screen for hours. The apprehension will build inside me. I'll push it away and waste more time. I can do this...I can do this...no, I can't. I shudder. I stare at the scream some more. Maybe I'll pace around the room a bit. Maybe I'll drown myself in a fantasy. This is not the life I wanted to live. Yeah...this is not how my life is supposed to be turning out...