yes. a blue funk is exactly how i can describe the state that i have been in for the last few days...even weeks perhaps.

as the title of this diary indicates, this is my therapy of sorts. i realized that i have a lot of venting to do, and this is mainly dictated by how my work life is going.

in a nutshell, my boss is a nightmare.

raving was such a great way to relieve stress. i miss those days when i could hit a party and meet tons of friendly new people who shared the same passion for music, dancing and art. what happened? i blame commercialism for taking away all of the unique and exclusive creations that have ever existed. [sigh] but i guess it's inevitable. it's simply a tired pattern that has repeated itself undeniably throughout the course of history.

i'm too tired to complain about the nitty gritty at the moment. i will just have to tell you all about my infamous boss and my raving woes another time....most likely when i feel the familiar ache of stress...

for the record, i do have nice things to look forward to in life, so i try to focus on the positive...

this diary is dedicated to Win. ...because i don't want to end up venting all of my frustrations on him, when i can do it very well here.

good night.