where everything's alright
Last night, the full moon.
(But that's for later).
Today, a day of steady and exhausting activity. Muddled thoughts. Enervating heat.
I am not slowing down enough to make myself understood to those around me. I am impatient. I don't want to explain the path from A to B. I just want people to get it.
Read my mind.
This isn't fair of me. It's one of my greater failings. I frustrate those around me when I won't give them time to catch up. It's a grand frustration for me, as well.
Don't make me explain.
But my own internal, infernal machine propels me forward.
There is never enough time.
Go listen to some good music: "Stay" from the album Dead Man's Party by Oingo Boingo. There was also a terrible shooting at the beach this afternoon, and I think the entire county is reeling from the brutality of it.