halfjack

tonight i finally saw v for vendetta. i assure you, you should all see it. alan moore's dream swallowed and shat out of hollywood, it should still do something for you.

i feel strange. i feel something that i thought long dead in me awake. i hope it doesn't go away again.

i doubt i'll sleep tonight, but hope i will. i can't wait to see what i'll dream.

unrelated. possibly.

"i spent thirteen hours staring into the sky
it's a bird. it's a plane. it's a good day to die
but the sun just burned holes where my eyes used to be
i used to be blind. now i can't fucking see"

edited to add: nevermind. i should have known i would wake up shaking when i went to sleep uneasy. and it's sunny out. i miss the violent thunderstorms we've had here the last few days.