Odd

Feeling good.

1. I've maybe broken my thumb. Finally.

3. I'm doing things that I set out to do.

5. I'm painting again.

1: I've never broken anything and I kind of looked forward to it with a fascinated dread. Now there is a clothespin splint on my thumb, and it hurts but not unbearably, and I really hope I'm not masochistic.

3: Working on presents for birthdays and Christmas, cleaning up my room, reading things I've been planning to for years. Watching The English Patient and nearly dying from the greatness that is Count Almasy.

5: Last night and this morning I finished a girl with green skin and miscellaneous things in her hair.

I never understood "Monday Mornings" until today.

Oh geez. Sometimes I hate having a family, hate the understanding needed for all interaction with them. Living on my own would simplify things, I think, relationally. What is it - absence makes the heart grow fonder? It does; it certainly does.

Angels Will Follow Me.

I'm learning not to sweat as much. I didn't sweat too much before, but last night (during one of the worst headaches of my life) I had a lot of time to think while waiting for the pills to kick in, and in one moment, it was like I stepped off the edge of the cliff where my pursuers had hounded me to, and instead of hitting the ground immediately, I'm still falling - and falling is just another version of flying.

Perhaps ignoring the looming earth is delusional, but it is also like this song by Lissie, "Everywhere I Go."

A Post Praising Rabbit Song by Boy & Bear

This is a post solely for praising Rabbit Song by Boy & Bear.

Thistles and Weeds.

3:45 in the morning, and I am finally done all the stuff I have to send away to Pensacola. Now I am listening to Mumford&Sons, their songs that I haven't heard before. If I could marry them all, I would. I would marry the piano/accordion player for his high voice. I would marry the lead singer for his emotion and for his nose. I would marry the big cello (or whatever it is) player for his thick hair and for his eyes. I would marry the banjo player for his banjo playing and for his beautiful face.

I need their music. It tinges my dreams and I'm always humming lines and choruses. Tomorrow I can sleep and write seriously. I'm planning on taking a walk with my notebook and pens and iPod, maybe, and finding someplace to sit and write. Perhaps I'll hit 20,000 words.