Excessive

I'm sure I've told the story before but it has consistently popped into my head my entire life.

I was probably somewhere between 9 and 11 years old or so, and I was riding the subway in Toronto with my Dad. I remember doing some thinking, as a 9 year old would, and I remember asking him, "Do you ever wonder what it's like to see through someone else's eyes?"

I'm trying pretty hard to get my shit together, as I feel as though I've completely fell apart over the last few months, and I'm only a fraction of the person I once was. I've taken steps to try and feel normal, to try and feel sane and okay.

Gavin Rossdale

What I'm currently listening to: Cold Contagious.

Today was a bit of an up and down kind of day... but the definate majority was on the down side. I'm not really sure why, other than the obvious defect in my brain that leaves me incapable of living a normal life. I had panic attack after panic attack today, getting progressivly worse and worse as the night went on, until I finally accidentally fell asleep and when I woke up they were gone.

Sorry about the lack of updates, but I have moved. I'm just doing a lot of unpacking and organizing.

I'll update later tonight or tomorrow after work - with info on how the Electrocult show went (from what I remember), a virtual tour of my new place and various other things