System, My Ass

I'm trying to make Jason drag his ass out of bed and go hunt down a CD for me. I know he has the fucker in one of his boxes, but I'm not allowed to touch because he has a "system". Pffft! System. He's got nearly 3,000 CDs in his closet and they're hardly in order. I want to hear "Taker" off of the Neurosis & Jarboe album. Oh, how I want to hear that song so I can cower in fear on the floor. He'll get it for me before the night is out or I'll do something surprisingly mean.

I've felt oddly focused the last couple days. I've got projects going, but I don't feel too overwhelmed by them or too distracted to give each one proper time. Maybe my mental dark period that began in Feburary is starting to lift. I'm cursing myself now. Everytime I say that things are getting better I begin having those anxiety attacks and I loose all focus and drive. I'll probably have another on Wednesday.