Good morning, another day, same life, feels like I should write some lyrics, maybe later.

My keyboard is sticky, no, not for that reason, I spilt some juice on it last night, and now I get no tacticel feedback from pressing any of the letters, it's like I'm typing on the flesh of someone's back, soft caresses, but no moan (or click in this case) to tell me that I'm doing anything. It feels disturbing, like I'm touching air.

Not much new. Reading a book I got today, Stalking Tender Prey, by Storm Constantine. It's good so far, really did her research on ancient history, I especially like the fallen angel slant to it and the reference to old gods that I actually remember from studies! I actually learned something, those few years ago, and remember it.

Nicole should be on the train on her way to Chicago to see Steve. Hope she is doing okay and hope she has a great trip and stays in Texas for a very long time. Her friends are assholes and I hope she ends up moving to TX with her bf, or at the very least stay there for 2 or 3 months and get away from home.

I need to get away from home. I don't care how far away, I just want to get away. A friend's house, a stranger's apartment, anything.