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Something of a gratuitous nin fan-girl post, but I'm tired and should really be asleep already considering I've got to get up at 6 am tomorrow [today, by now], but there's still an inch or so left in my wine glass & I can't quite make up my mind to get up, turn off the computer & brush my teeth...

Anyway... my nin-obsession has faded somewhat recently, and PHM has never been in my CD player with the frequency of TDS or TF, but sometimes I'm just in the mood for at least a couple of songs. And while there's the temptation to wax ironic about all the nin cliches, partly out of personal embarrassment about my belated wannabe goth phase, partly, I guess, because the depression part was all too real, and ironic distance seems an easier way of dealing...

:: blinks at screen :: That takes longer than I intended & I'm kinda losing track of my sentences here... What I actually wanted to say was that some of the lines of 'Down In it' still strike me as an incredible poignant description of depression. Blunt and maybe not overly artistic as lyrics go, but very much to the point.


i used to be so big and strong
i used to know my right from wrong
i used to never be afraid
i used to be somebody
i used to have something inside
now just this hole that's open wide
i used to want it all
i used to be somebody

(...)

what i used to think was me is just a fading memory


On a related note, will there be a new nin cd before my 35th birthday? ::wonders :: 32nd would be nice, too, but I'm being realistic here... :: snark ::


Wine gone, teeth brushed. Post still not making very much sense. Just... go to bed, woman. like, now. You'll regret it when the alarm goes off in barely 5 hours...

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Stupid, clumsy horse... not making my day any less stressful. The usual small injuries resulting from bites or kicks I can treat by now, I don't throw a panic-fit every time there's a little blood any longer, but hoof-injuries? Not good at all. She must have stepped on her own toes, so to speak, there was quite a deep hole on the Kronrand [upper part of the hoof, whatever that's called in English] with a sliver of skin and horn hanging away. Still bled a little after I'd washed the crust of dirt and old blood off. Finally got hold of one of the guys working there and he had a look at it and told me it wasn't all that bad, but he'd tell the owner of the stable. Poured disinfectant over the whole of it, drove home and called Ch....


At least they let me go home from work after only two hours...


APC ticket bought? Check.


And I finally got to watch Saturday's Smallville episode, too...

( Smallville: Lineage - or, as the German translation has it, 'Mütter, Väter, nur Verräter ?', and *wow*, isn't someone channeling their family issues here... )