I woke up this morning convinced that the falling snow was a birthday present. I slide further into my fantasy world every day it seems.
My bed got left outside in the rain and I had to carry it in. It was a surprise because it had never rained before out by the pine tree. I think I have a bruise on my left thigh where I stopped to steady myself and the weight.
He has tattoos now; done in red ink. Letters of the alphabet in immaculate cursive and maps showing connected dots of all the places he's been.
I imagine not the places he will be.
My eyes are hurting in ways that I don't understand. I haven't been staring at screens or pages without my glasses, but the blood vessels are tight and the light is making me squinty. . . oh, maybe that is a symptom of a hang over.
I still don't recognize a hangover, sigh.
But I'm tired and I think I will just go home and take a nap.
Also, for all geographically near livejournal friends; no party today. I'm gonna get me a house and then you all can come celebrate with The Tall One and I and bring nice things for the new digs. . . or something.