I think I've officially gone over some line of weirdness.
My hands are cold. I've very scattered. I'm thinking about painting things. Objects. I want to make things look different. I want to put my colors onto things. I want to make small things that plonk you in the forehead with how damned cool they are.
I want to write.
I want to shake up the scrabble box and see what I can see.
I want to sing at the top of my lungs for as long as possible.
I want to feel proud of my own voice for a bit. .. and only a bit because I know that I never feel pride for long.
Heh.. Pride as a deadly sin... too many of us have that lil piece of bullshit built in.
I've always liked coloring outside the lines, but I want to start drawing the lines.