kalischild

This is Belladonna, the lady of the rocks; the lady of situations... Here is The Blind Man, and this is The Wheel...

-o-

Today has been a day of seperation and departure.

I woke from a nightmare of theft and loss, and one of my secrets is that I never, ever dream.

My best male friend (one of the few I trust) is leaving this part of the country for an indeterminate time.

I'm gonna miss that one.

I met a girl who I could talk to all night, but due to strange factors, it seems like we have ended at the beginning.

All in all, I've had four or five hours of sleep in the last two or three days. I'm being emo-ish because of fatigue, and will be better after a nice heavy dose of anti-depressants:

Eddie Izzard's Dressed to Kill tonight.

And a long ride tomorrow, listening to Social D on my headphones.

Nothing can beat that combination for a cure.

It's time to make of my life a poem and a eulogy. Clean and untouched by strangers.

Abyssus Alius Populis.