My, my, those eyes like fireI'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyreCome now, bite through these wiresI'm a waking hell and the gods grow tiredReset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higherGrow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire
Is it obvious I show up every couple of weeks? I don't know, you tell me. I thought it seemed obvious. I would be here all day if not for the Rules. Rules that work, I guess. For who and why?
I don't know. I'm not in charge.
I scrubbed bathrooms today and did some fall garden cleanup and caught up on laundry too to help Dalton and I talked to Ruth for a long time on the phone and also talked to the old man up the street that also walks his ancient dog each morning.
My reward was the dog sleeping blissfully for most of the afternoon and a date with Daniel and Ben for nails and hot chocolate. Daniel gave Ben matte black polish and I got a really nice french manicure that he did when I said it was his choice. Usually he puts on Chanel Vamp if he gets to pick but this is really nice. Chaotic neutral, as it were. Vamp makes me feel as though I should be putting on winged eyeliner and scowling at everyone and I don't scowl much these days.
The hot chocolate was really good too. I got it at Wal-Mart. It's a big can and it's really cheap and for some reason it's just good and not sickly sweet like the take-out stuff.
Lochlan says I am depressed and it's probably just the daylight lessening that is doing it. It's a well-documented problem that I have and very little helps. I have given away half my wardrobe. I don't want colour. I never actually sleep. I can watch movies and clean but I don't do a lot else.
I don't know. Jacob's anniversary is coming. His birthday is coming. Thanksgiving is coming. The dark is coming.
Oop, the Devil is coming. He's going to be pissed off. He loves the Vamp shade.