There's something about being on a laptop.

I feel closed in, claustrophobic. The screen, the keybopard, the... everything. It's slightly upsetting.... I'm twisting through feelings of distrust, hatred, and betrayl. Wandering down, through mountains of neglect, and echoes. I've left a lot of people, in a plot {("lot")} of places, and every time i'm here, it's that much more of a rush {to get them all done}. Obligations crop up, and tomorrow (today) is my sister's birthday. I've not talked to my grandmother, and i've spoken with my father Once, since being in town. I may speak with him tomorrow. Maybe. I have other things i need to do. I'm dreaming in familial ties, as transposed to video game format. Ender's Game, the one on his desk. Levels of that game, only in Hyrule, with orcs, and me, stabbing people (orcs), a Lot.

I'm watching "The West Wing," a whole lot, cause it's on, and, apparently, i Like it. Homework that i should be doing, right now, Global issues, and it certainly affecting my world. I really do hate it... Politics on my terms, it seems. *smile*

Thoughts, in circles... Email me or something. Other than that, i'll collect, and talk deeply on Monday night...

Out of place. Homes.

I want to be further North.

Love and Fire.

Dream Well