Fuck.
Spent the weekend cocooning. Right now everyone I know to any real degree annoys, feels distrant from, or has flat out angered me (or some combination thereof), so I just avoided the lot of them. Introspection. Lots of reading.
Neil Gaiman's latest was good, but vaguely disappointing.
The punches keep on coming. Your anger is a gift.
Fall is here, and it feels like home. The stars are brighter. Orion's returned, and the moon's been especially snarky these past couple weeks. Every vibration and smell in the air awakens a thousand memories.
I'm a bit drunk right now. Why the fuck not? It's the weekend.
People need to stop asking me what I want. I don't know. And that doesn't matter.
Spent the weekend cocooning. Right now everyone I know to any real degree annoys, feels distrant from, or has flat out angered me (or some combination thereof), so I just avoided the lot of them. Introspection. Lots of reading.
Neil Gaiman's latest was good, but vaguely disappointing.
The punches keep on coming. Your anger is a gift.
Fall is here, and it feels like home. The stars are brighter. Orion's returned, and the moon's been especially snarky these past couple weeks. Every vibration and smell in the air awakens a thousand memories.
I'm a bit drunk right now. Why the fuck not? It's the weekend.
People need to stop asking me what I want. I don't know. And that doesn't matter.
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So are we meeting up for the Madison show or are you boys just big fucking teases?