Playing Tag.

Graham, what's the chance of a quickie before you head up, up, and away?

Meg, wanna watch the movie on Saturday afternoonish?

Tillie, what are you doing this afternoon?

All of the above, call me. ;P

You want to trust religion and you know it's allegory but the people who are followers have written their own story so you look up to the heavens and you hope that it's a spaceship and it's something from your childhood and you're thinking don't be frightened. You want to climb the ladder. You want to see forever. You want to go out Friday and you want to go forever and you want to cross your DNA, to cross your DNA with something reptile... And you're questioning the sciences and you're questioning religion. You're looking like an idiot and you no longer care. And you want to bridge the schism, the built in mechanism to protect you. And you're looking for salvation, you're looking for deliverance, you're looking like an idiot but you no longer care.

I love, love, love that song. I have the strongest need to dance, lately, and suddenly I'm housesitting and I can. I should stop back home to grab that CD. The music is really grabbing at me, I think it's the love in the air. It's so thick I can hardly breathe except that realistically it feels more like being able to breathe again.

Hah. Look at me trying to write when I've just woken up.

It's quite odd. I'm not living with Juggler by any means, not seeing him every day, but this relationship is starting to feel heavy, not stifling yet, but heavy. I feel the need to carry his emotional health, which of course isn't mine to do, and he has not yet asked for it Sigh. It's something to think about now that things are gearing down this weekend.

Alf/Steve called the other day, which was kind of nice. There are close people, there are far people; they're all pretty wonderful and make me happy. It's neat. People used to disappear when I didn't hear from them in awhile. Now they just turn up again later.

Enough of this. I'm rambling. I'll catch you guys later.

Crows

So many, these days. Is it an omen? Heralding the end of times?

Dropped.

Sometimes, generally between about 2pm and 4pm, I get so tired that breathing hurts because it's so much effort, and it seems impossible to put oe foot in front of the other, let alone stay standing up. I think it has to do with my eating patterns, as it happens even when I've slept properly. It's ridiculous.

Did You Ever,

...when you were younger, take a piece of paper and write someone's name on it, over and over, because the act of writing their name gave you so much joy? Or, perhaps, it was a spell, engraving them upon you so they'd come to you... for me it was the former.

Now, I want to take a piece of paper and write, over and over, I love you. I love you. I love you.

There are no names attached, I think. I hope.

Crazychris, look. You've gone sane, and now I go crazy.