wolven7 | No major structural damage."I try to stay awake, but it's 58 hours since that i last slept with you"

Claude Debussy - [Sonata for Flute, Violin, and Harp]--- I'm rather tired, now. I'm having trouble keeping decent track of days, since Wednesday/Thursday/Friday. A 38 hour span of no sleep, and constant motion, lifting, and strain, in None of the fun ways. Watching the sun set twice, rise once, and having to change a tire. For the record? The inside of a tire repair shop, like a Goodyear, is probably not the thing you want to smell, after cleaning a domicle, with disinfectants, and chemical scrubbers, and when your only thoughts in the entire world are the warring parties of "Dear Me, please help me figure out a way to not vomit, from sheer exhastion," and "God I'm hungry..."

I am home, now. And i want to start thinking of this place as home, early. Start now, try to ward off the things that usually happen, when i try to make a house a home. I'm trying to decorate, and get things in a wat that says "Me." (Rolling Stones - [Paint It Black]). Heheh. Bless you computer. I'm glad to have you back and whole, too. But this is a nice segue...

Every woman i see, on the street, every face, every set of the hips, or stance of shoulder, in every single woman whom i don't already know, i see

mech_angel. There is {something of addiction, in that, i think.} And i smile, and i break a little, inside, and i'm sure they think i'm smiling at them, and maybe part of me is... but mostly i'm smiling at Her. Hoping that she can see that, from where she is. This is... a recent development. Last few weeks.

Fall is like the burning times. And stuff. And we all do get to burn, so brightly, for someone.

Later all.