Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Pulled up my hood, shrank down into my coat, dissolved into the world of Colin Meloy and dreamt between the words.
Bad day. ThesaurusBoy ran out of pills, and everyone else suffered. OldFishWife is worried about Peru but won't admit it, and everyone else is suffering. SmellyColleague is not changing his shirts again, and everyone else suffers.
I can't tell if, despite my supposed efforts, I am still being moody and miserable and driving people away; or if it's all in my head - which is where most things happen.
Wasted too much time wondering if Walter is a) my nemesis b) my guardian angel or c) a figment of my imagination.
The Crane Wife - The Decemberists