morning too grey

I hope it's just the wind, and the clouds, and all the weird air swirling by me. The nightmares were worse than last night, though without the physical pain. No more, no more, no more.

Everything seems to be sensitized. My skin, my thoughts... it's vexing, honestly. Some of it I could enjoy but it is too frustrating to always be on the edge without knowing what or where or why.

I'm listening to the sirens, thinking about my sister, wrapped in a blanket. I had planned to go out and about before work today, but that doesn't seem like such a good idea now.

The best thing though is that I have a fourth row ticket to see Private Lives on May 25th.

Funny how death metal can put you in a good mood

Must con Gene into making me a copy of this cd. I've been listening to it in the car since Wednesday, and it's such interesting sounds. I understand a lot more of how you explained it when we were drinking that night.

Work was suprisingly mellow today. Had my six month evaluation, and that went far better than anticipated. It's the kind of thing that makes me want to keep this job, having a boss who recognizes what I do and how damn well I do it. A rare thing, that.

The air smells clean tonight. It's warmed up considerably from last weekend, and I have high hopes that all will be light and windy. Time to work on those lines.