One, I have frightening dreams. Really. Last night I dreamed that I somehow ended up in bed with a friend of a friend...wasn't expecting that at all...and then had to save the world from alien parenting experts.
I hate my subconscious.
Two, things appear to be slightly better, although, y'know, not much. Conversations yesterday sorted a few things out. So. ~shrug~
Three, bounce. And meep. And, y'know, bounce. Because, well, look!
Just had a particularly good conversation with our HouseMistress, whom I haven't spoken to in far too long.
Everybody's giving me the same advice and I can't take it. ~sigh~ And people say to follow your heart, but it's broken in so many pieces and they all want different things.
I don't know what to do.
And I can't make any sort of decision yet anyway.
And it's driving me mad.
I'm slipping back into the way I was a few weeks ago...where I couldn't stand to see or talk to anyone. I'd just hide in my room.
And wait for seven o'clock.
That's so sad I can't even get my head round it.
Music brings good things.
As does looking at my UserInfo page and pointing and bouncing.
But it's mainly the music, honest. ~halo~
...what it is about my skirt that cats like so much.
The housemistress's cat has been ecstatically wandering around me for the last ten minutes just because she likes the feel of my skirt.
All cats do this when I meet them, even if they then leave me alone.
Just listened to half the Human League album that I bought yesterday. I cannot imagine what it must have been like to hear that when it came out. It is extraordinary, and brilliant, and painfully innovative, and, just, wow.
Except their cover of 'You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling', which is just hilarious. Phil Oakey wasn't really cut out to be a Righteous Brother...
But, wow. Wow.
I love music.