Me: lub ewe
J : EEwwwe..!
J : (some sort of floaty heart icony thing)
J : ok, so what about me..?
Me : You are my little Love Lamb. All trussed up for sweet, minty love.
J : eek

Bright Black/Starry Night.

Its the color that I use on my hair. Is it wrong that I originally picked it because I thought that the name was poetic? Its a good color though. I like the way it looks, the way it makes me feel. I like the drama it adds to my appearance. I am not going to apply it right now though. That’s just inviting the lords of chaos into the house and asking them to stay. Bleach only covers some sins and I’m not endagering my Mighty Mouse t-shirt with Starry Night.

I’m sitting here, in the semi darkness eating pine nuts and thinking about the day. It was a good day, methinks. I’m so tired – my body aches for sleep.
But I am not one bit sleepy.
People who don’t suffer from insomnia have no clue. Truly. I’ve been told to just lay down and relax. Lay down and relax and close your eyes, then you’ll go to sleep.
And you know, sometimes that does work. More often though what happens is that I lay there and listen to my brain sort through a welter of stuff. Images and feelings fall about in my head in a tangle of limbs and bright colors. I watch this happening behind my eyes (whether or not my eyes are closed) and just … not sleep.