06-19-00
Bittersweet and regret. Twisted and incorrect. Can't stop grabbing my head and raking my fingers through my hair. Not in anguish. Not in distress. Mostly in random incoherent irritation. Something should be corporeal, palpable, able to be broken and crushed. A moment of preternatural clarity suddenly coalesces into a fuzzy vagueness and a craving for sweets. Leave me the fuck alone, already.
Today I am filled with stupid ideas and silly puns. Dana is leaking a orangish fluid from her wounds. I made a crack about venting plasma from her warp core. She didn't understand.
- Adiantum pedatum.
- Athyrium filix-femina.
- Botrichium virginianum.
- Woodsia Obtusia.
I feel like I am summoning up spirits from the ether, casting a spell, something more interesting than reviewing the botanical names of ferns for my botany final.
Hot damn I make no sense today.
