I need painkillers.

I need food.

I need another orgasm.

I need a cigarette.

I need more music.

I need cough syrup (or a lack of coughing one way or another).

I need belief.

I need my boys.

I need my email.

I need...

...do I really?

I have no idea.

I honestly have NO CLUE. I just know that these are the things that seem necessary. Bjork and Tricky and Darude and DJ Quicksilver and Great Big Sea and... yeah.

On and on. No halcyon here, though. Not yet... give me time. I'm a tad stressed, and at the same time finally DE-stressing in some respects, although you don't even WANT to know what OHP has done, trust me. *shudders* Miserable things.

Anyway. I need - there's that word again - to burn a good cd or two of techno/trance stuff to carry with me. Meg Lee Chin (look for stuff from her album 'Piece and Love', particularly 'London', 'Nutopia', and 'Swallowing you') is good but I've gotten to the point where I'm almost overplaying her.

I'm running out of words, and something is seriously wrong with my throat/lungs, and I need to get my teeth fixed, and... yeah. Pain. And some symptoms that are, even if I deny it most of the time, scaring me a LOT. All the Worst Fears are hitting.

So... look, if I'm... when... gah. Again with the lack of words. I don't know how to put this.

When something happens, just remember I was here, ok?

Thanks.