May 22, 2003
Forces of Light are evidently battling against the Darkness and the battleground is my life - a second day of severe ups and downs, with most of the downs associated with work, of course. Some of this is just not making sense but the only way to handle this ongoing situation is to find a way to force it to make sense. The conclusions I draw when it begins to make sense are very uncomfortable, indeed, but they help prepare me for possible future outcomes.

Crimson is my anchor, my ballast, keeping me steady and upright, grounded where I need to be, and yet the music also acts as adrenochrome on my system when I am sapped, fueling me.