i'm living in, i'm breathing in....
Not tired, want to read. Finished 'Psyche in a Dress.' Nothing else I have seems to fit my mood at the moment. Which pines for dreamy, lyrical, mystical.
I think Amanda killed the bug that I woke up with on my face the other night. I praised her excessively while I watched her intent, amber eyes stalk the hideous creature before her small paws swiftly swept it up, knocking it around, until it lay fatally crippled on its back after she was done with it, only to walk off, bored.
My head is soothed, my mind isn't racing, but I am not fatigued. I feel comfortable after having just recently stepped out of the shower whose temperature I rotated from steamily hot to briskly cool. I let the water slide into my mouth and dribble out and down my chin, to be washed off by the oncoming stream from the shower-head above.
Nothing seems as impending and grim as it did before. I feel silly and light and things have a twinge of silvery clarity to them.
My room is a bit cluttered, should attempt to clear it up a bit. Sort through the monstrosity of my closet... in this coming heat, the task seems one to avoid.
Those irritating knots of possible unrequited crushiness that found themselves embedded in my stomach are thankfully released. Can smile about it confidently.
Am gradually getting drowsy. Will set myself down and wait for sleep.
I think Amanda killed the bug that I woke up with on my face the other night. I praised her excessively while I watched her intent, amber eyes stalk the hideous creature before her small paws swiftly swept it up, knocking it around, until it lay fatally crippled on its back after she was done with it, only to walk off, bored.
My head is soothed, my mind isn't racing, but I am not fatigued. I feel comfortable after having just recently stepped out of the shower whose temperature I rotated from steamily hot to briskly cool. I let the water slide into my mouth and dribble out and down my chin, to be washed off by the oncoming stream from the shower-head above.
Nothing seems as impending and grim as it did before. I feel silly and light and things have a twinge of silvery clarity to them.
My room is a bit cluttered, should attempt to clear it up a bit. Sort through the monstrosity of my closet... in this coming heat, the task seems one to avoid.
Those irritating knots of possible unrequited crushiness that found themselves embedded in my stomach are thankfully released. Can smile about it confidently.
Am gradually getting drowsy. Will set myself down and wait for sleep.