Warm wind blowing the stars around
Restless and irritable. Nothing is satisfying. Not that I've really tried anything, because I can't focus my attention on anything long enough. Yep, it's a manic episode. I don't think the weather is helping any. Usually, when the weather stirred me up, I could slip out, locking the door quietly, and wander out to the park. Or shoreline. Or just somewhere. Apparently I'm not allowed to do that now. Something about dying in a snow drift and not being discovered until the thaw. Whatevs.
In other news, it is really coming down. Nothing like the floaty fluffy stuff I posted about earlier. The air is full of grainy, icy, snow, separated from rain only by a few degrees. It quickly coats your hair, and melts on your face. The snow on the ground binds quickly and compactly, perfect for making snowmen or mini sno cones.
Anyway, I should go and lie in bed, on the off chance that I have to try and drive to work tomorrow.
In other news, it is really coming down. Nothing like the floaty fluffy stuff I posted about earlier. The air is full of grainy, icy, snow, separated from rain only by a few degrees. It quickly coats your hair, and melts on your face. The snow on the ground binds quickly and compactly, perfect for making snowmen or mini sno cones.
Anyway, I should go and lie in bed, on the off chance that I have to try and drive to work tomorrow.
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Telling me roughly which direction you're going to head in is a bonus, because it means that when you've been gone entirely too long and you're not responding to your cell phone, I can round up a posse to find you before you freeze.
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