pragmatism sucks

knowing something isn't right for you, be it in general or because of timing or possibly due to a third as yet unnamed reason doesn't make it any easier.

in addition to pudding, my head is so stuffed with ideas and thinks that i thought and i dont have enough time to see them through to their conclusions. it's making me greatly aggrieved.
after a day or two of playing betty crocker im ready for a different kind of betty treatment.

i should be planning my use of that splendid extra day on monday instead of trying to catalogue my revolving cast of inner characters and their hijinx.

back to kissing the tortoise shell for a bit, mas later.
i miss v like crazy, and he's not the only one. now i remember why its easier sometimes to not have so many people in yr life because it cuts down on the contrast of lonely times.
i want to talk about the flying musical and swimming in fireflies