I'm house sitting. No surprise really since there is, like always, heavy shit to think about. Lisa has wonderful ways of making me see the side I can't see because I'm too consumed by my own head. Someone to help rationalize is nice. Very nice.
I walked 'home' in the rain just now. It's one of the saddest things to do. I'd be lying if I said I didn't love it. I will, however, admit listening to Blackfield was a major bad idea! It makes me think of things I thought I figured out. Feelings I thought I dealt with come right on back and make me realize I only covered them up to delude the significance. I don't think I'll ever fully figure this shit out. Ever. I should not listen to Once(or epidemic... or my gift of silence... or anything really) for at least 3 days. But I can safely say I will listen to it 5 times a day. Fuck you Blackfield. Fuck you-fuck you-fuck you-I love you!
It's late. I'm going to bed.