I'm finally falling. A
beautiful weekend left me on a high to start the week, but now my mood has turned positively sour. All the joy that was in my fingers all week long has begun to seep out. While the
realization he seems to care for me after all in spite what's-not-meant-to-be was an energizing detail that made me
smile and think of pretty things, the eventuality of the reality of it all is dissipating that
energy. It's going be a long, slow ride down.
I don't want to post any more
mushy nodes right now but they're all I want to write, so
this helpdesk shift is passing like my great-uncle's kidney stones. I don't even actually have a great uncle.
Classes are catching up with me, and there's nothing I want to do. I'm an art major now.
Quantum mechanics can kiss my ass.
I know this will pass in a day or two and
the glowing yumminess of the world will have me dancing again, but for now I feel like I've been
suppressing a scream for weeks.
It's everything. It's the
art professor who only cares about the three students who knew what they were doing before he started teaching. It's everyone talking about
politics. It was
my housemate's kids taking a
bath and splashing and screaming at 8 o'clock this
morning while I was trying to get five more minutes of
sleep.
Or maybe it's just the rain.