|The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.)||The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.)||The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.)|
I am here in the computer lab near the engineering complex, and I am having one of those wierd post-introductory Zoloft feelings (yes, I started in on the zoloft again), and I felt for a moment as thought the world were going to crash down on my head, the weight of the world, all on my head, and I felt sick and distant.
I am here working on an assignment for my creative writing class, a journal assignment on Tim O'Brien's story "The Things They Carried," which is a brilliant story, in case you don't know it. I don't particularly want to work on this, but there you go.
I am very...I was going to say ambivalent, but I don't know. So I guess I am.