something_is_not_as_it_should_be birdmad the existential sense of having taken the proverbial wrong_turn_at_Albuquerque little ghosts whispering pessimistic musings in my ear that frenzied feeling like a cat chasing some invisible thing in the dark at three in the morning lingering 111121 ... unhinged am i bipolar? is it seasonal_affective_disorder ? or is it just cause i'm 1700 miles from him when i should be sleeping next to him? 111122 what's it to you? who go blather from