Oh, another thing:

Thinking about guy is making me nauseated in that "fuck what did I do wrong and why did I do this again" way that I always get when I get myself up into .. all of this. Or maybe it's not nausea but more of a black hole of sorts that's devouring my entrails. It's not pleasant, at any rate.

Excerpt from Nice to Know You - Incubus

Better than watching Geller bending silver spoons
Better than witnessing new born nebulas in bloom
She who sees from 'up high' smiles and surely sings
Perspective pries her once weighty eyes and it
Gives you wings

I haven't felt the way I feel today
In so long it's hard for me to specify
I'm beginning to notice how much this
Feels like a waking limb... pins and needles,
Nice to know you, goodbye
Nice to know you, goodbye
Nice to know you, goodbye
Nice to know you, goodbye
Nice to know you,
To know... you

Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go
Higher than the heights of what we often think we know
Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees
To obtain a 'birds eye' is to turn a blizzard to a breeze

This song feels accurate (especially "To obtain a 'birds eye' is to turn a blizzard to a breeze") but I can't say why. I don't even know what the last sentence means. Whatever.