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Sociology > Depression |
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"lisa in mass." |
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07 May 2006 04:49:40 PM |
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no energy |
i want to hear music, but that would require setting up the
speakers that fell from the shelf onto me weeks ago. i can't
stand the tinny sound of laptop speakers. so i sit in silence.
i feel like melted chocolate. i hold my outward form, but if
moved, become a puddle.
i'm glad there's nothing i have to do until i leave to see the
pdoc tomorrow at noon. i don't think i can.
-lisa
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| User: "%" |
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| Title: Re: no energy |
07 May 2006 04:51:31 PM |
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"lisa in mass." <mccats@rcn.com> wrote in message
news:Xns97BCB557451A6mccatsjavanetcom@130.133.1.4...
i want to hear music, but that would require setting up the
speakers that fell from the shelf onto me weeks ago. i can't
stand the tinny sound of laptop speakers. so i sit in silence.
i feel like melted chocolate. i hold my outward form, but if
moved, become a puddle.
i'm glad there's nothing i have to do until i leave to see the
pdoc tomorrow at noon. i don't think i can.
-lisa
want me to sing
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| User: "lisa in mass." |
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| Title: Re: no energy |
07 May 2006 05:06:08 PM |
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% wrote...
"lisa in mass." <mccats@rcn.com> wrote in message
news:Xns97BCB557451A6mccatsjavanetcom@130.133.1.4...
i want to hear music, but that would require setting up
the speakers that fell from the shelf onto me weeks ago. i
can't stand the tinny sound of laptop speakers. so i sit
in silence.
i feel like melted chocolate. i hold my outward form, but
if moved, become a puddle.
i'm glad there's nothing i have to do until i leave to see
the pdoc tomorrow at noon. i don't think i can.
-lisa
want me to sing
that would be great.
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| User: "Alan Harding" |
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| Title: Re: no energy |
08 May 2006 03:01:27 AM |
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In message <Xns97BCB821D5F86mccatsjavanetcom@130.133.1.4>, lisa in mass.
<mccats@rcn.com> writes
% wrote...
"lisa in mass." <mccats@rcn.com> wrote in message
news:Xns97BCB557451A6mccatsjavanetcom@130.133.1.4...
i want to hear music, but that would require setting up
the speakers that fell from the shelf onto me weeks ago. i
can't stand the tinny sound of laptop speakers. so i sit
in silence.
i feel like melted chocolate. i hold my outward form, but
if moved, become a puddle.
i'm glad there's nothing i have to do until i leave to see
the pdoc tomorrow at noon. i don't think i can.
want me to sing
that would be great.
"Whisky or gin, that's all right,
But there's no one in her bed at night.
She sleeps with the covers down,
hoping that somebody gets in.
It doesn't matter what she does,
she knows that she can't win.
Oh Susannah's gonna cry.
Oh Susannah's still alive."
--
The opinions given above may be mine. They might also
just be what I feel like saying right now, okay?
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