This entry is about "To The Unknown Man" and hot baths and a desperate need for fruit juice and vicodin and other such things.

The Zoo House is all sick... I need to get home long enough to cannibalize parts and to check on things, feed the cat, you know the drill... then back out here. I need to find work.

*wry grin* People should get paid for mommy-ing, yes, and then Grr and I would be rich rich rich! *chuckles*

Still thinking about a lot of things.

And - courtesy of a good fifteen pills taken all at once - about to go flying.

If you have not yet, track down "To The Unknown Man" (it's by vangelis) and give it a listen, please. It's wordless, it's beautiful, it's... yeah.

Happy memories to go with it now, for me. Happy thoughts.

Arrasto...

Mine.

Kadin...

Mine.

Caleb...

Mine.

Spike...

No, I can't lay claim to him. *wry grin* He'd hate it. He's not mine. But... my-pack, now. I think that's the best term for it. Or I'm part of his-pack. The end result is something a tad over friendship but not all the way to serious emotion, y'know?

Which is not to say that I'd mind it if it went to serious emotion. *shrugs* He's an amazing boy.

But that's a worry for another day, when he is healthy and I am healthy. For now, pack mentality rules.

MY version of pack mentality, anyway... because really, why in the world would I want to use anyone else's?

Oh, and Scott... no, actually, I don't know what is expected. I don't think I have done anything to you personally, certainly not intentionally set out to hurt you or offend you... if I DID somehow accidentally do that, then I apologise... but if you want more specifics, then you'd actually have to tell me what it was I did wrong. *shrugs*

It's so very one of those days.