6/26/13 Entry (w/video)
Dear DS diary,
The monsters are continuing to torment me when I try to shut down at night...(sigh)...they mock me. My voices -- and a friend -- are trying to convince me that I'm amazing and can do this, but I can't convince myself that this is true. And this is seriously dragging me down.
It's not helping that we're having some shorthanded issues at work up to and around the US Independence Day holiday...I have to work at least through this morning when I was hoping I could have today open so I could at least get the study guide going. The way things are going I'm going to have to wait another day on that...which, I will admit, is actually dangerous because I am having one of my very very reserved days when I just feel so frustrated that I don't want to be around people and I just don't know if I can fake it long enough to get through the day.
(sigh)...feeling like this, really:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDTZ7iX4vTQ
Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah he found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet hidden in a box of fun things, and I don't even know what.
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day.
He'll be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
[Bridge, with whistling]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
The monsters are continuing to torment me when I try to shut down at night...(sigh)...they mock me. My voices -- and a friend -- are trying to convince me that I'm amazing and can do this, but I can't convince myself that this is true. And this is seriously dragging me down.
It's not helping that we're having some shorthanded issues at work up to and around the US Independence Day holiday...I have to work at least through this morning when I was hoping I could have today open so I could at least get the study guide going. The way things are going I'm going to have to wait another day on that...which, I will admit, is actually dangerous because I am having one of my very very reserved days when I just feel so frustrated that I don't want to be around people and I just don't know if I can fake it long enough to get through the day.
(sigh)...feeling like this, really:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDTZ7iX4vTQ
Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah he found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet hidden in a box of fun things, and I don't even know what.
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day.
He'll be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
[Bridge, with whistling]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
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