and all the stars were crashing round as i laid eyes on what i'd found.

Today is the type of day, that if I had a backyard I would be sitting in it. I miss my backyard at home. It's one of the best yards in the country. I miss the sunroom too. Luckily my bedroom has large windows, so it's almost the same. However it's days like today that I miss having a little patch of grass to lay on, or a patio, or a deck or even an apartment balcony. I even considered moving my laptop down the the parking lot, I only considered for a few minutes though, because the parking lot is only a bit better than being in my own room.

The new Decemberists is amazing.

I am not being particularly productive today. I forgive myself though, because I can afford to be distracted in such fantastic weather. I can work when it's dark and when I am calm and when I don't feel the sugar rush of too much iced tea and caramels running through my head. For now, I look out the windows and pace the hallways and slip on my ballet shoes and wander down the block. I slowly wander back but miss the building and keep walking for day and day and days...

I had a dyke day at the library. I returned with three lesbian writer anthologies. One of these days I am going to break down and go into Venus Envy with the hopes that they have some Ann Bannon.

I can't help but feel that this life is what I have been waiting my whole life for. I miss my big sister and her boyfriend, and my little brother, and the art store, but I am so in love with my new lifestyle that I don't notice the absence of them too much. I was born to be an adult.

I am terribly weird lately. A five year old on too much sugar. Which immediately contradicts the above paragraph. I pace and pace and pace, throw fits and shiver violently with energy. My legs ache from the walking and my feet are sore, but I just keep going and never lay down.

Break a leg to Tyler. His play goes up tonight in Victoria.



[Music: The Decemberists - The Crane Wife 1 & 2]