Howling

Jun 30, 2007 01:45

Got out of the office at 8. (Got in at 6 am haha)

It was a bad day for everyone statistically, but I stopped caring. Feeling the love from people right now. In "Going After Cacciato" Tim O'Brien writes, through  Lt. Sydney Martin, of  the dilemma between the mission and the man. I believed in the mission. I loved missions; that they'd keep me going more than what I felt about people would. People who believed in missions, you can trust, they never really believed too much in themselves, but now, the only thing that gets me holding on are people. What does that do?

I've grown to love these new people, grown to put my life too much in Divine hands, which is wrong, because that only means I don't believe in the mission, or that I'm not fit for it.

Did you see the sky tonight? And moon and the storm clouds and the lightning? It was maddening so much so that I couldn't stop  laughing and screaming and raving about it. I think I scared one of my office mates on the way home. Ghostbusters, I told my sister.

I'm partly free, partly hiding out in a monstrous form, or vice versa. Wahahahahahahaha.

vanity, the moon

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