Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

I'm tired, sleeping quite a bit, sometimes as long as twelve hours. My back is a tangled web of knots, tight like a thorny bush protecting a castle in some fairy tale, and I didn't even notice. I seem to be clawing at my eyes in my sleep, a fact that was too goth for me to admit until Megali and Bellefleur thought it was too awesome to be not mentioned, I have jagged little nail-caused cuts on my eyelids.

They are really quite uncomfortable.

I'm not quite sure what to say. Things are going, classes don't look that interesting, haven't talked to the growth guy about my thesis yet, I have a RCW meeting at 10am today, there is a R&G readthrough on Friday, I'm planning on doing Garou work later today, haven't picked up my textbooks yet. I'm sad and lonely quite a bit of the time, but I'm sure it will pass so it's not that hard to deal with.

I love Dominique, who is a calm point of refuge and comfort for me, even though I find it difficult to talk about because it isn't all mine. I also love others in a way that posseses the same romantic edge, but they're less good for my psyche? I'm pretty sure my brother still doesn't read this, and that might be for the best. Would he worry about you if he did? Probably.

Ramble ramble, let's fill the void with sound because the sound of wounds closing just doesn't make that much noise. I shall conclude with things are good enough.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Emilie Simon - To The Dancers In The Rain