AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's just kind of how I feel after an UNGODLY solitary, tedious, exasperating week. Yet it was wildly productive. But I feel like shooting myself. I actually almost feel like crying. I'm just SO sick of everything. I wanted a space ship to land as I smoked my cigar and kidnap me for a bit, then drop me in Los Angeles in a new house, with a new job, and a new car, and new friends when they were done probing me. I just canNOT express the tedium I've gone through this week. I have soooooooooo much clutter...things to read, file, organize, store away, tend to, gain inspiration from. My life's a fucking mess as it is in the Big Picture...and i'm the type of person who REALLY flips out with chaos around me...and i'm SICK of it. It's funny i'm bitching, considering the incredible amount of shit i've gotten rid of this week. But i'm NEVER patient, and now that i'm finally on this roll, I just want it ALL over with. NOW!!!!! I should end this blog...I don't need a panic attack at 3am. Perhaps I'll do yoga, then open my SIMPSONS book to calm me down before bed.