I think, as a vacation, that I shall go mad. Not screamingly, howlingly mad that I must be locked away in a discreet hospital by my parents' insurance company, but just slightly mad, like a hint of lavender in an otherwise tackily white paint job.
I'm already half on the way. "White Reflection", from the Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz soundtrack plays on an endless loop in my head. I can almost understand some of the Japanese, at least to hear it and recognize it.
My sinuses feel heavy and full. If there were a LAN in my head, where would the blinkenlights be located? If my head were the hub and the server. Am I the server? I don't wear the pretty white uniform anymore. Darkside does, my pretty Darkside, so sick at home this weekend. Silly boy. Didn't call me. Wished I could have called him, cheered up his weekend some. Was too busy fucking, I suppose. I've gone a year without; why should I have to do it five or six times in a day?
Slightly Mad. Should I count my toes? No, too childish. I shall go Mad in a ruffled, pastel sort of way, with lace and ribbons. No black leather.
Is this my inner Malkavian taking over at last, now that all the sanity resources are used up keeping Rana out of the deep end? Gave him my last shreds. Hope he uses them well, poor man.
Hope Adam gets home soon. The silence of the house is not the same.
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