i have crazy amounts of readings to do and far too little dance in my life these days, but i find myself smiling-- the kind of squinty-eyed, incredibly beatific, incredulous-bordering-on-effervescent-giggle kind of smile.
you need your love story, too. maybe i really AM over it.
on another note, hair is now long enough that i can knot it up without having to find an elastic band. talk about laziness. night is incredibly quiet, moon was fogged, garden and dog were very tempting but biomed law & ethics require a computer and a power point is non-existent out there.
you know what i want to do? i want to walk out and lie down on grainy bitumen and stare at the sky, but is there a single road on which we can do that in singapore? quiet as we might or ever can get we are not uppsala.
Posted at 2:03 AM
woke up half-screaming in the middle of the night from a nightmare in which some strange dark atavistic figure with long tentacles and the like was ripping me apart. i could still feel it--
her-- clawing me back even after i was sure i was awake.
rose's nightmarish insomnia is affecting me too, already. always?
whatever.
perfectly fine as long as i don't think about it, but if i don't think about it the gray-sky-two-inches-above-my-head returns.
Posted at 1:50 PM
