that the night come

i had so much to write about i guess..
but i don't know.
it's all escaping me now.

my head hurts from life.
life happens.
i don't know who came up with that but it's true.
it just happens, whether you want it to or not, it does. tomorrow will come, the sun will rise, i will have to go to work, a place i used to love. i don't love it right now. right now i can't feel any joy there. i feel like the life is being sucked out of me. and i know who the demon is, i just have to think of a way to banish him, or completely ignore him.

it's just this week.
i have to get past this week and i'll be okay.

i know what i need to do.
i've been such a slacker.
i haven't done anything for work, not a thing. *major sigh*

i know what i need to do.
i need to just say that i will stay on thursday and friday night til about 7 each night so that i'm completely ready ... that's what i need to do.

i can't believe it's the first day of work and i already feel like this.

oh and i still don't know what i'm wearing tomorrow.

pennies and words for my soul today provided by william butler yeats... that the night come

She lived in storm and strife,
Her soul had such desire
For what proud death may bring
That it could not endure
The common good of life,
But lived as 'twere a king
That packed his marriage day
With banneret and pennon,
Trumpet and kettledrum,
And the outrageous cannon,
To bundle time away
That the night come.