could it be true..

the love that's tearing you down
is the love that will turn you around

bleep

how do robots learn to love? program me, please.

inside

Now that I don't have a body to occupy my mind it's wandering deeper into the cerebral forest. I keep falling into the same endless philosophical thoughts. Do I stay with them because I love them or because I love the distraction? If that love was true then it would feel like something. But I've just lost part of a routine. I've just stepped onto a different path. I don't feel lost. At all. Curiosity pokes at my brain, but that's it. I don't get to think this way when I'm with others. No, I get to think this way all alone and share it with a nonexistent audience. I guess I like it this way, though. I'm always blamed for not sharing these things. I think the worst part is how much I really enjoy being in my own head. I wish I was more productive in here.

my brain is melting.

I should be drawing hundreds of ants and refining sugar.
But I'm distracted.
Very....dis..trac......t...

It's so cold in this building! Way too cold. I feel like my bones are ice. My feet are ice. But my brain is melting. These goosebumps are about to pop right off my skin.

I lost my favorite coat. I'm about to set into winter without it. I would mourn it's loss, but it was the only black mournish coat I had. Blast. I'll have to find another.

I'm hungry. I don't know if I want to go to that class today. It's quite boring. Happy hour, looking forward to seeing you.

Wish I was going to ACL this weekend. I'm not even going to see Wilco :(, but the coast will be fun. I bought tickets to Regina Spektor in November for him and me. That will be a good one. I just need a new him.

I'm going to New Zealand. I have new enthusiasm for my painting direction. I'm moving through time. I have to. We all have to. Time, I hope you're on my side now.