my hours are slumberless

today i feel: strange
today i'm hearing: the radio in the background
today i'm thinking: that life needs to slow down

'Have you got any soul?' a woman asks the next afternoon. That depends, I feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days ago I was right out; now I've got loads, too much, more than I can handle. I wish I could spread it a bit more evenly, I want to tell her, get a better balance, but I can't seem to get it sorted. I can see she wouldn't be interested in my internal stock control problems though, so I simply point to wher I keep the soul I have, right by the exit, just next to the blues.

It's been a wonderfully slow weekend. I spent almost all of yesterday in my bed, either reading or unconscious. I went and saw Sugar last night and it was cute, as usual. Then Christie and I hung around and she stayed over and we watched adorably pointless girl-teen movies into odd hours of the night and it was nice. And waffles are delicious. And that's always good.

Tonight, I'll be heading over to JPalm's to party hardy with Stacy, Marion, Genevieve and Clarky. I think that's as big as it's going to be. Hopefully I won't get too weepy. Last time I did. That was bad. Marion said it was okay if I crashed the party with Will later this week, but I think I'm going to pass. Christie's right: I need to stay away from that for a while, if I can. I need to stay away from a lot of things, including my own head.

Bozarth's due in town Wednesday night. I'm pretty excited about that. I've got a feeling that I'm really not going to see much of any of my other Chicago friends. Paige is with her Da and Laurel and Fred don't get out until Wednesday, at the very earliest, and God only knows where Will is. It's strange being so far away from all of them. I wish I could move closer.

I really don't like Sundays. The song doesn't lie.

Today is my grandparent's anniversary. They've been married for a million years, now. Meaning I have no idea how long; I wasn't there, after all. I didn't even know it was today until Patti guilt-tripped me last night. So I'm going to head over there and get a lot of flack for biting my nails to the quik this afternoon and messing with my hair but not cutting it and it'll be stressful and annoying, but I'm sure I'll get brownie points somewhere. Family can be very tiring. It's just that kind of week. This is why we're playing it safe and doing nice things like cleaning up after ourselves and taking the recycling away. This is the Royal We.

...I need to find something to write about that isn't so trivial. Oy vay.

Hope all of you are having a lovely break! Give me a ring sometime, hey?