Well it might be one of the only ways to process it all the way, so fuck it. I mean, if it works, then thats what works.

Fuck it.

xkcd is full of awesome. I’ve been flipping through it remembering old comics that I identify with. Must. Not. Do. Anything. Stupid.

You know what? I suddenly realize I identify with a lot. That’s nice. Go me.

I don’t know if there’s time
but you’re always on my mind
oh it’s driving me insane
and I keep thinking of that night
and always wondering if I might
ever see you again

Tonights tickets haven’t been challenging enough to keep my mind distracted. So it goes. I’m too tired and strung out on coffee to wrap my head around this ruby problem. I feel… in denial, that on the other side of what I have to deal with at the moment, that I don’t get to go home to L and simply be. With nothing needing to be said, or done, or expected. It feels… sad. I feel like I’m explaining to a child inside me how the dog has gone to live on a farm in the country.

Yeah. That’s probably enough, gotta catch some rest.

her foot outstretched
grinning abashedly in the sun
heart goes deeper still