...the world's pulse is slow, tonight, the full moon's light clogging arteries, filling veins with gleaming, sluggish flow.

I don't know what I want to write about.

I don't know what I want to say.

I'm going to the coast to see my parents, soon. When I'm down there, I will be visiting Angel. *shrugs* She doesn't read this. She doesn't really need to. *wry grin* Open book, and all that.

Been reading through Unsent Letters again. It's addictive. All those things that people want to say and can never quite find the courage to say to the people they need to tell... all those dreams and hopes, the anger and fear and pain and frustration, the love and loss... beautiful.

And horrible, because you never know if maybe one of those is to you.

The new stuff I'm taking is Salsalate, generic for Disalcid. If anyone out there has tried this, or knows anything about it, please let me know... I haven't found out much.

Oh, and courtesy of Andrew, I know that Seeing Eye Ponies exist.

I think that's enough weirdness for anyone's day.