out of sorts (of sorts)
Bah. That's really all I want to say, bah. violet was visiting, arrived yesterday morning to wake me (perfect, really) and left early this morning. Not even a full 24, now that i think about it. again, with the bah. i had a lovely time, now i'm just a bit sad and muddled in that day after a show way, and it seems to be manifesting itself through my inability to decide what i want to hear. i seem to be dealing with that by listening to the same two songs off of attak over and over. not good. i asked l1 and connor if either of them wanted to come lie in my bed and let me call them violet. oddly enough, they declined. oh. sad wistful too short visit. a weekend is a visit, not saturday afternoon through the morning. every time i see violet im reminded much more strongly how much i like him, i feel all this drippy drippy love that would make me vomit if i wasn't too busy being happy.
(i swear i just heard a cow, though that's a pretty large impossibility. it sounded as if it came from outside my window almost. a cow. baying at my window. )
(i swear i just heard a cow, though that's a pretty large impossibility. it sounded as if it came from outside my window almost. a cow. baying at my window. )