pablo honey

i feel freakin lousy today. tired and stomach-achy and lousy and sad and bitter... i guess i'm gonna dwell on this sick feeling for another night, sleep on it, some people might say. just don't feel like doing anything right now. the good news is it's friday evening already and i don't have to be at work on the weekend (yeay). it's somewhat amazing how a single event could dictate one's mood. the psychology of it.. the understanding of the psyche or soul of human must be very interesting. but i'll leave that to the experts. i don't think a good, warm cup of chai would even do me any good right now. you know what's more amazing? the fact that i could put these all in writing while trying to be smart about it *sigh* i think i'm being hard on myself, or just plainly being too serious about it.. now, do i have to pick my poison then?