raybear | Feb. 27th, 2003

....Panic-attack. Well, it's not that extreme but I needed a word and anxiety starts with A which doesn't rhyme with anything.

But really I'm being a drama queen and my physical reaction to recent piles of work and stupid livejournal mis-steps and emotional catch-ups to recent mental processes -- all of these things could be solved with a full night's sleep and maybe some deep-breathing exercises. And maybe a job where I didn't have to stare at a computer monitor all day. And maybe some chromium supplements because my blood sugar feels off. Wait, I can do this last one.

I had to explain my shirt again today. Who knew so many people wouldn't understand the concept of jumping the turnstile? (Don't get caught.)

For some reason this week whenever I hear Eminem I immediately think "thugs need hugs, too." I can't remember where I first heard the phrase. It's probably T.S. Eliot, too.

Last night I read this great short piece in The Source on Amil. She's my favorite crappy rapper ever. Seriously. She apparently got screwed out of Roc-A-Fella because of her assistant! She wouldn't tell Amil about gigs so she'd get accused of being late or skipping out when she didn't even know she was supposed to be there. Then one day they just stopped calling each other, though supposedly she chats with Beanie Sigel occasionally. I'm fascinated by music industry bullshit.

I want to take a nap so badly right now. Maybe during Hedwig tonight I can rest my eyes and try not to snore. I did just watch it on Monday, so I think I can still coherently discuss it. While I'm sure I'll have a fabulous time at the film discussion group, I really want to be in a bed right now.