...since we've seen the sun up here in the Valley. we're all on suicide watch. 24-hour monitoring, because anyone's a candidate to pull the trigger. so i'll use this as a valve, to let off some pressure, and it's nice, because i really don't give a shit if anyone sees this, because this is just great self-therapy. get what you want out, and if someone sees it, and agrees, disagrees, is apathetic to it, whatever, i can walk away feeling like i've left whatever i was feeling behind.
however, there's nothing you can do for your psyche when you haven't seen the sun in 14 or so days. and an hour here and there just doesn't do anything but whet the appetite. i've heard some people are content with going to the tanning both so they can "feel like they've been in the sun"; apparently, that helps. well, have fun there without me (apologies to a friend who told me it's helpful, but i'll stay out in the clouds letting my skin turn the color of paste rather than get in one of those fucking pods).
this has all been like some great purging — when the weather breaks, and everything's back to "normal", we'll go on like nothing happened, but look around here: people have been affected by this. see if people don't react more sharply than they normally would... push a button and see if someone doesn't lash out.
i don't know. but i do know i'd sure like to wear sunglasses again.
My Soapbox (heapin' helpin's of goodness).
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