Morning, morning, morning.

[azurelunatic]

Last night was one of those weird things. I was cleaning out the box of fabric scraps, and got an unexpected bit from my past: a white shirt with blue beads around the neckline, very pretty... and from a time of rather hazardous emotions. I, of course, pulled out my journal from the appropriate time.

I seem to have reloaded an interesting module into my head. I'm not quite sure what it is, but it has to do with hope, and with caution, and with just-barely unshed tears.

I think it's something I need.