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Peter? Is that you?
Mar. 1st, 2007 05:20 pm
I'd like to start with just a- if we could take a moment- if maybe we were silent, 'fore we had spoken... I'd tried to find the words to- just the right quotation- but I must confess I came up empty...
I have moments like this. It's quite common, especially when I am afflicted with sleep maddness. I'm not worried.
I used to compare my life to bare. My life was bare for a while. Oh the absolute drama. (I was Peter when it all started.)
Then I felt like Nadia. For the longest time. I still feel like that for extended periods of time. It's not so bad; I like Nadia.
No, what worries me is my bizarre and technically increasing tendency to remind myself of Jason. But you know, if I'm Jason, who the hell is Peter? I found my Ivy, I know my Matt. Hell I've even found my Nadia. But where the hell is Peter?
[Really, this entry was designed for only one person to really understand. My dear Mango, how I love thee...]
For the record, I don't want my life to be bare. Rent, I could deal with. I can't think of who I'd be, off the top of my head, given the current circumstances, but I'm sure it would be near-preferable to being Jason. He dies at the end, you know, and it is terribly amusing.
SLEEPMADDNESS I TELLS YOU!
Sarah made macaroni and cheese last night... Not gonna lie, pretty much the best thing I have ever eaten. Guh. I want to sleep with her macaroni and cheese.
Rehearsal tonight, then home and sleep. And margaritas and lesbian kissing. Possibly not all in that order. I'll try to get pictures.
I have moments like this. It's quite common, especially when I am afflicted with sleep maddness. I'm not worried.
I used to compare my life to bare. My life was bare for a while. Oh the absolute drama. (I was Peter when it all started.)
Then I felt like Nadia. For the longest time. I still feel like that for extended periods of time. It's not so bad; I like Nadia.
No, what worries me is my bizarre and technically increasing tendency to remind myself of Jason. But you know, if I'm Jason, who the hell is Peter? I found my Ivy, I know my Matt. Hell I've even found my Nadia. But where the hell is Peter?
[Really, this entry was designed for only one person to really understand. My dear Mango, how I love thee...]
For the record, I don't want my life to be bare. Rent, I could deal with. I can't think of who I'd be, off the top of my head, given the current circumstances, but I'm sure it would be near-preferable to being Jason. He dies at the end, you know, and it is terribly amusing.
SLEEPMADDNESS I TELLS YOU!
Sarah made macaroni and cheese last night... Not gonna lie, pretty much the best thing I have ever eaten. Guh. I want to sleep with her macaroni and cheese.
Rehearsal tonight, then home and sleep. And margaritas and lesbian kissing. Possibly not all in that order. I'll try to get pictures.
