Fee Fi Fo Fum
Lots of strangely unsettling good things are afoot. Today was as obscenely productive as it had to be, and because it had to be, it was, easily. I tipped a masseuse with a hug (thanks, mom). Restoration is a really good movie. I'm out of supplies, but I'm not too worried; even without a refill, everything's all mapped out.
Sometimes I feel really ridiculously retarded, and it's a happy but scary feeling, like maybe I just don't notice what's going on. All this really means is I'm turning (back) into a partly-sunny rather than partly-cloudy sort of person.
It's not that I like ambiguity, it's that most things I feel are so vague that ambiguity's the only way to capture them at all.
Sometimes I feel really ridiculously retarded, and it's a happy but scary feeling, like maybe I just don't notice what's going on. All this really means is I'm turning (back) into a partly-sunny rather than partly-cloudy sort of person.
It's not that I like ambiguity, it's that most things I feel are so vague that ambiguity's the only way to capture them at all.