I took Commander Kitty Cornwallis to the flower and patio show
I've been staring at the TV for awhile now, about 30 minutes I'd say, and have no recollection of anything I watched. my mind has been elsewhere. i watched The Hours the other day, it made me feel like a prisoner trapped in my own body while trying to claw my way out with dull fingernails, getting absolutely nowhere in the process. Today Luke mentioned something about my insanity being more reasonable than my mothers. I'm eating cold noodles while watching the labyrinth and staring out the windows into the streetlamps, I'd say that's pretty reasonable. lately I've been concerned with how boring i am and whether other people realize this about me yet. luke was very tired all day today, i asked him if it was because I was so boring. he said, he's not always so tired. i stopped talking. i stared out of the window as it rained, watching the puddle form in the middle of the road where the street sloped inward and thought about what it would feel like to be a water droplet, falling from the sky, landing...then vaporizing into the air as the sun reappeared. i decided i would much rather be a bubble and left it at that.