depression

didn't even know that's what's been happening.

just feel listless. melancholy, they used to call it.

there just ain't no pleasure in this life, and i'm too lazy to go to the other one.

and i'm not really that into pain. not that it has to be painful, but it's got to be at least a little uncomfortable.

feel like watching tv and drinking. but no tv and no beer here.

no tv and no beer make coward go crazy.

caution--geek post here

there's something about the way the doctor and his companions work.

and it's been a progression, i understand.

but lately... it is just too close.

basically, what i'm saying is the doctor is petite object a.

women and men fall in love with him. he cannot respond, for some reason. though he feels it.

yet he's onto another adventure. he cannot be. and those who fall in love with him, they find some thing else. some other reason. which separates them.

they don't betray their desire, even in the face of love.

they give up love for desire.

ethics at its finest.