Catalyst.

Today I feel sort of hazy and drifting, like I can't pin myself down to one thing or thought for longer than a few seconds. I keep listening to Anna Nalick and Joseph Arthur and Josh Ritter, and not hearing the phone on the first ring, and not thinking about anything in particular.

I love the full moon. I feel a strong affiliation with anything lunar; I'm fascinated by and even a little frightened of the moon, somehow. I get this haziness, this restlessness, during the full moon for some reason; I know there's the whole theory about bodies responding to lunar cycles, and I think it's true.

I wish it would rain. That would make everything perfect, even if there is the summer bash tonight and it's outdoors... rain never ruined anything. (I told everyone that protested rain tonight that they were descendants of Elphaba and should be ashamed.) Wind, though. Wind would spoil things.

This entry really has no point. I just promised that I would update more often, and I'm at work, and feeling strange, so I thought I would say something about it.

yeah they talk about her
she smiles like she's so tough
she says, hey can you talk a little louder
i don't think my heart is broken enough