2006-09-22 - 00:48 EST
I almost just fell of my chair. Go me.
Not much going on here, really. Lots of studying. Deeper happiness than I can really fathom. A vague insomnia, slowly reasserting itself. The sense of the impending. A general feeling that I can face it.
And things I am afraid of, too. Like that particular pain. The toll of my choices.
But then there's love. Sweet, accepting, too-wonderful love.
So maybe there's too much going on, really. It can be so hard to tell.
c.i.,p.i.q.e.
