twist the knife to bone.

I love Fuel. old school Fuel, not new, of course. Sunburn was their greatest album.
It's raining, at least it's not f'ing snowing again.
I had a good and very interesting weekend.
On Sat I went to the Mahaiwe to see The Great Tennessee Monkey Trial w. Ed Asner. It was good, but long and boring.
Went to dinner with Veronica and Rebecca after, a lovely little Indian restaurant in Gt. Barrington. Good conversation, good food.
I hope we can remain friends after the semester.
Mom and my little brother Matty are coming home from Calif. tonight, from my grandfather's funeral. So upset I couldn't go.
This week I have to submit my artwork to Gallery 51. I hope they accept it. like, I really hope.
Hair-straightner-stealing brother is gone for the week. Time for some precious and rare peace.
I'm worried.
about a lot of things.
I can't get my work done.
Ergh.
Yeah... I came here having a lot to say, and now I don't.

I bet you didn't know, but I'm really in a coma.
The real me is suspended, and there's nothing to do about it.
I know I should care, and I kind of do.
But not that much.
It'll take a jolt to the heart to wake me up.

"Bittersweet" - Fuel
Seven sins of wantonness and everything that's good is gone
Sell it all for glory from the peers
Silicone priestess scratch the back and twists the knife to bone
Kick against the pricks and scrape the shins
I'm the enemy in the enemies now
Swallowed the pill
Drank to the fill
All these things I carry now
In this bittersweet, in this bittersweet now
Try to hold the world there sinking, swimming in a paper cup
Try to own the one beneath the skin
Held up to the flame 'till singeing skin begins to draw and tuck
Never told there's a chance to win
What couldn't be, wouldn't be now
Hold your hands up to the sky and try so hard to rise above
But everything is beating down