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
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